Rain and the gathering clouds,
shattered skies,
shattered skies with lightning bolts,
with as much fury as God does allow.
Rain and the gathering clouds,
shattered skies,
visions in one’s eyes as powerfully incandescent,
and as bright, and as quick as God does allow,
and what a wonder they are,
and how quick they wander across the sky,
in their jagged shapes,
their jagged shapes that are as sharp as daggers,
and which stab at the heart of heaven,
which stab at the heart of heaven,
as furiously and as powerfully,
and as fierce as their mood will allow,
and that so frighteningly,
sends the stars into shock,
that send the stars into shock above the Earth,
but for what reason I do not know,
but God must surely have the answers for this show,
for surely it was he who put it on,
but for what reasons,
and of what reason is he so displeased with the heavens for,
for in their beauty, I cannot see why,
he would be so displeased,
and it is a mystery to me why it should be,
but it is glorious in their spectacularity,
and as wonderous a vision that I have ever seen,
as wondrous a vision before my eyes,
that fills me with light and surprise,
light and surprise,
as the lightning that shoots across the heavens,
that shoots across the heavens,
in such glorious beauty,
that so powerfully reminds us,
of the power of nature,
that regales our vision and imagination,
and leaves us in awe and with such great sighs,
for there is no sight as spectacular in heaven,
no sight so incredible that makes our hearts palpitate,
and that leaves us in such a state,
and with such countless, wonderous excited sighs.