Monday, March 21, 2011

The Thunderstorm

   The clouds roll in on the horizon
At first they are an image of beauty
Gently flowing closer to the eye
Suddenly the sky becomes dark
The birds stop singing their songs
The wind becomes cooler and slightly stronger
The fresh smell of rain astounds me
Lightening descends upon the darkened sky
It is stronger than any force
Suddenly the clouds are above
Boldly presenting their force
The rain drops gently hit my face
God is saturating his majestic creation
Within moments the clouds move out of sight
The colors of the rainbow glisten in the sky
The green grass shimmers like a mirror
The birds once again sing their songs
The sky has said its peace
The earth is once again replenished
By Deirdre Williams

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