In the morning, Father God, tell me, please
how the moon white in shades of blue above the trees?
What shades this light, tell tonight, brilliant Fellow?
how in Heaven, in the darkness,  is our moon reflecting yellow?

Gusty wind and thunder clap before rain's dance?
Yet it rains all the time without that pomp and circumstance!
And after storms are through and clearing over overhead,
why the rainbow's ends are down and rarely upside-down instead?

Sun brings streaks of pink to orange glow
with all these pastels on your palette, why on Earth the whitest snow?
from icy clouds, it drifts on down through broad daylight
but never rainbow, sunset colors, just this brilliant blinding white!

Now it's evening here, and though it's getting late
forming questions in my mind, I'll put them out there for debate
want to know the WHERE and WHEN and WHAT and WHO
and though sleepiness sets in, my mind is waiting for a clue.

I have googled 'til I'm giddy in the night;
read the research, learned the details from a trusted weather site.
still I need to hear from He who spoke it all,
need to ask about the weather, check the facts before The Fall!

When I'm finally done with asking all this stuff,
and I've quieted my mind and let the spaces fill with fluff,
I am reminded now that I'm a child of His...
and when I ask him WHY He loves me, I hear:  "That's just how it is!"