In This a Passing Storm.

Rain beating on a sturdy roof

pouring down

sounding like a rushing river

in the sky

lightning bursting bright, sudden

flashing in the sky

thunder booming after flash

scaring me.

Wind whipping through the trees

parting black to see the light

gray, dimly lite, noisy

in the room.

Leaves stripped off trees

landing on the ground.

Gutters overflowing, water pouring

off the house.

Sudden seemed the lively storm,

but now

quiet. Calm

only slowly

dripping from the sky

leaf flutters down to earth

water slowly trickles off.

Black trees stark against a

gray sky,

soaked by passing storm.

it draws me in

this poetic trance

it makes me tremble

at the power

of this my great Redeemer.

He shows His wonder

He shows His might

in this a passing storm.