STORMS
(as seen from a tall building in NY)

I look outside the window and see foreboding skies,

The wind is rustling through the trees and leaves are soaring high.

They fly away on twisted paths, not knowing where they’ll land,

Their route in life is not their own, the wind will play their hand.

The clouds steal slowly o're the sky, shrouding any light,

Darkness tends to blanket earth and signals early night.

The storm is here upon us, its fury raging fast,

The limbs of trees are broken and they tumble on the grass.

The moss like balls of Brillo, fly through the air with ease,

They too have no direction, and will travel like the leaves.

The wind is gusting faster and is tromping through the yard,

The trees are bending lower as the wind tears limbs to shards.

Blackened clouds have spewed their load and water freely flows,

Land appears like one big lake, on a course where no one knows.

Lightening splits the sky from the heavens to the earth,

As jagged bolts of fire which are bursting in their mirth.

Light up the sky from end to end as a fireworks display,

It’s kind of like God saying, He’s the artist for this day!

Thunder rolls and peaks, with its scary booming voice,

While listening as it boldly claps, your clammy hands get moist.

You wonder, a little frightened, watching nature at its best,

Just where is all the beauty, in this time of storm unrest.

As the rain keeps coming down, it cleanses all the air,

It keeps the pollens all at bay . . . allergens barely there.

It soaks deep down into the earth, keeping land so moist for seed,

And harvest will be plenty then for all of those in need.

You see the lightening strike with majestic form for sure,

Like the radiant light of heaven, in its brightness very pure.

Such bright light reminds us of our Father’s heavenly home,

In which we hope to reside, when our time on earth has come.

Now when you look at any storm, on a scary, darkened day.

Consider all the wonders it will bring along the way.

Know that God is watching and is caring for His own,

Just stay inside and watch His work from the comfort of your home.

Written by Ruth Miller

© September 2008