storm time

Spellbound, do I wonder

At the lightning and the thunder.

They spark and crash upon my senses,

Light tiny twigs and frozen fences.

Etching details, so I see

Dancing leaves on each green tree;

And splashing drops of water flowing

O'er the rocks and grasses growing

Beneath majestic forest kings,

Swaying to wind-music as it sings

In rapture for this gift of grace.

Within the storm, I see God's face.