I wonder if the thunder is God's mind and that's the only notion that we can physically hear Him.
I wonder if they are his mumbles.
Mumbles of Disappointment.
Mumbles of Sadness.
Mumbles of Anguish.
and Mumbles of Frustration.
His bolts are rays of Anger,
Rays of tears,
That shake the sky and tremble the ground.

If we listen close, would you be frightened?
Would you feel the rumbling of His footsteps?
Just the tiny bit of power His spirit is showing us in this earthly form?
When the lights go out and darkness flies over us, is it his way to tell us He is there?
And when the rain stops..
When the silence stands still,
is it a pause He takes to stop time?
Or a big plan He is waiting for the world to see?
Or is it the patience that remains solid as a rock and gives the world another chance?

When the cool wind breezes softly, are they the angels that come pouring the streets to sweep up the fallen?
As the ray of sunlight blinds our eyes, we can only assume they are loud hymns of song
And an invisible dome of blessings that stretch far beyond than what Christ feels for us.