Thunderstorms in the middle of the day.
today the blows winded
and the rumbles thundered
and the fallings rained.
I thought it would make me gloomy,
I thought the gray would render me colourless
I thought the heavy water would swirl around until it swallowed me up
But instead,
I found myself cozily tucked away in an envelope of peace
And the rumbles and fallings and blows gave me an overwhelming sense of the bigness of God
The low rumbles bent me even lower
The winds ushered in a whisper I hadn’t heard before
The rain cooled the hurry and hot-headedness in me
Our thunderstorms are always hemmed in by the Day,
by light that will always come,
by shouts of joy that will rival the groaning rumblings of the deep dark.
Our thunderstorms are hemmed in by the Day.