"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!
You sulfurous and thought-executing fires,
5Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' th' world,
Crack nature’s molds, all germens spill at once
That make ingrateful man!" (III.II.1-9)
Lear is still cognitive of the fact that he is going mad. He forcefully attempts to dismiss his dreadful feelings.
In context, Lear runs out into the storm out of impulse. He is in an enraged state of mind. He believes this is an outcome of his daughters actions, but one can infer that Lear is doing this due to his condition, being dementia.
Lear curses nature, something a human being does not typically do. He pleads at nature to be one with his emotions - enraged, confused, like a tornado in his mind. He cannot wrap his head around the way he is feeling.
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