The Storm
The Storm
May 13, 2004
By: Tom Wright
Heaven speaks with a thunderous voice,
as lightening adeptly carves the sky.
Intermittent rain, falls by God’s choice,
wetting a parched earth with supply.
The wind that was, no longer measures,
and dark clouds yield to a rainbow sky.
Just a glimpse of God’s heavenly treasure,
and I, awe struck, stand and marvel why?
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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