The skies start to darken, wind blows, even more rapidly through century old trees.
Branches sway back and forth; some even break off and hit the ground.
Thunder strikes with God’s great force.  Lightning flashes; briefly turning night into day.
Isn’t that a wonderful sight? To see God’s work, the beauty of God’s love, in the form of a storm?
The rain has started, pounding on rooftops, ripping into a person’s sleep.
I don’t mind one bit, hearing the rain tap my window.
Feeling the breeze as it floats through the air.
Smelling the rain coming before it ever touches ground.
God blinks just one time, and makes the sky cry out loud.
Flooding rivers, taking control, reminding us, that HE is the ONE.
He can’t be copied, he can’t be re-written, he can’t be bought.
He can only be revered, as ALPHA, OMEGA.
the one and only; that I can feel, and love, and can’t get enough of.
I don’t care that there’s a leprechaun at the end of that rainbow holding a *** of gold.
Have you ever wondered what’s at the beginning of that rainbow? I think God is at the beginning. I want to go where the rainbow begins; I want to see God. I would much rather see God at any time; day or night, Sunday or Monday, when the sun is shining or when the rain is pouring. I want to see who created the rainbow; I don’t know about YOU, I don’t know if you even like storms; or the rain, or the hail, or the loud thunder that takes control. All I know is, THE MAGNIFICENCE OF GOD’S GREAT LOVE GENERATES A THUNDERSTORM INSIDE MY HEART AND IS CONSTANTLY RESTING INSIDE MY SOUL!