Plinking plunking pitter pater , sights of lightening and sounds of thunder
Thoughts of wonder, dreams of whatever, as GOD delivers ideas of wonder
Clouds dark, often billowing, passing by, over head giving warning.
With winds whipping, causing concern, sounds of sirens , that can be alarming
Calm inside, with eyes closed, will it be one of those storms.
Or just another passing moment, not to suppose, or ever to transform
And through the windows, into the night, as tears drip down the window panes.
The rain that feeds life outside, from GOD’S gift and what it contains
Where thoughts may stop, and evolve to nothing at all, or just to wonder, a chance to decide, without reason or merely just to ponder
Encapsulated within yourself, provided by the weather, a chance for an awareness, the thoughts of finite things and the idea of all the vastness
Allow yourself to feel the awe of GOD’S fabric, and of his designs, and sense an aura surrounding you that through the darkness his light will shine