I Survived the Storm - May 24th 2011

The day started as a breeze without tracks in the dew of a fresh mowed lawn; But days come without warranty, of things starting right, remaining that way; For soon after sunset this breeze had metamorphosed into a locomotive, following a northeasterly path, its only tracks, were of devastation in its wake; Dawn, brought with it, sightseers, and of course, a feeding frenzy of Shad seeking cash for services, from the aftermath of this great wind; The area, now resembled a war zone, absent of bodies, and for this I was thankful. Then, God put a rainbow in the sky, above Church steeple; Was this His way of saying, time is short, to His people?