Rain pelted pavement, lightning kicked a yeilding sky, thunder growled at the quiet earth. I hurried through the drops, cringing at the wetness.
Then I heard His voice. And in one gust of wind my eyes and ears were opened.
Rain wet thirsty soil; lightning danced on clouds to the rumbling baritone melody of the thunder. Raindrops played on windshields, mud glorped happily at my heels, wind spread the smell of clean through a tired and grimy city. The heavens declared glory, the storm told of wondrous works to the weary, distracted children of men.
4 comments:
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Thanks, Dr. Seuss.
Exactly what I was thinking.
Rejoice, oh Colleen, I now have another blog. The purpose of this one is to express my serious, non-insulting side.
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