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Updated: Feb 2, 2023

Just listen to the thunder's praises

through the tempo-ed sound of the rain

echoing across every surface it touches

to wash away any remnant of yesterday

to restore the earth of its thirst

I see the flickers of light, that flicker

upon the midnight sky, reminding us

through the rhythm of the storm

tranquil peace forms across the lips of the sky

whispering loudly a majestic lullaby

there you are, God!

Don't be afraid of the storm, even in the midst of the clattering disturbance and the clamoring sounds there is peace in God.

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