That’s how I would describe the picture outside the window. Our summer thunderstorms are worse than winter blizzard whiteouts. The storms come in uncontained by the warm weather that generates them. They splash flashbulbs of light over the sky. They peal out thunder claps deafening the ears.
And then they are gone. Not before some have crawled under the covers. And others have stood on the doorstep gawking.
This is the peril of summer and also the excitement.
I’m watching the fireworks and gulping in the rumbles.
And perhaps soon the electricity will fail.
There is a majesty to God’s creation that inspires me, and a part that creates fear. May we all learn to consider God’s creation in light of his might.