By Dag Drahmr
Weather is calling for rain.
I sit and listen
sounds of running water
but there is a hush
Nature is holding her breath.
No bird talk,
few in the trees
and fewer flying.
Peace surrounds me,
a small voice whispers within.
“Watch, His Glory to be shown!”
How will God show his power?
Lightning, strong winds
Mighty Elms to shake.
We await the show, Cracker and I.
Update:
Sorry Dallas but I write from two different egos while Coop tries to control them. Dag is the dreamer and Rex is more of reality side.
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Coop, I don’t strictly know who that is, but the poem in its natural flow is a decent read.
Sounds about like my neck of the woods today’
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