Stormy Weather

I leaned against the sill,
Looking out at the skies;
Tumultuous grey
Moody and brooding.
The canvas of dark clouds
Carried their own weight
Felt upon my hardened shoulders
Dragging my emotions down
With the droplets
Pelting the window before me.
Carried on moist-laden air
A bellowing thunder
Crept from the countryside
Pounced over my roof
And raced off
Just as quickly.
Where did such power originate?
Where I am, safe, I can only wonder.
If the roar is so loud now
It must surely deafen
Were I to be beneath its source.
My eyes shift westward
Catching a streak of lightning
Thread-thin on the horizon
Which disappears in a blink
A short-lived display of raw energy.
Somewhere many kilometers away
The ground heaves, splits and burns
Cracked in two by the chiseled might
As the lightning whips the earth
Brutally reaffirming its omnipotence.
The wind bolts in fear
Straining the branches in its way
Scattering the rain that riots
Straight down
To cleanse the dirt.
A massive assault of minute raindrops
Creates pixie rivers on the glass
And faerie oceans in the street.
We know what we are.
We know what we face.
We are masters of this world
And slaves to nature.
I leaned against the sill
Staring out at the magnificence
And thought to myself,
For all the life in me
For all the blood in my body
For all the intelligence
I take for granted
For all the power
Bound up in me
Human ignorance and
Spiritual weakness...
Staring out at the glory
I thought to myself,
I am nothing
In the face of God.