Storms to blue skies...

Last evening, the dark water laden storm clouds rolled in with an unseen vendetta against the hot humid days that we have been experiencing.

The grass and gardens probably loved every drop of the cooling rain, but the wind was a different story. My 5 foot dill had to be resecured and restaked.  My guys just finished mowing and trimming the lawn when the rain started pelting everything and everyone in it's path.  My son was none too happy about having to go out and pick up the storms debris, but such is life.

Then came the morning!  The temperatures were so cool and refreshing that if it wasn't for all the green...I'd say it was an early fall morning! It was and has been a breathtakingly beautiful day.  Crisp, clean, clear skies--this would put a smile on anyones face! 

When I was watching the storm last night and then taking in the beautiful sky of the morning--a poem that I read to my daughter when she was young came to mind.

   The Captain's Daughter

WE were crowded in the cabin,
Not a soul would dare to sleep,
It was midnight on the waters,
And a storm was on the deep.

'Tis a fearful thing in winter
To be shattered by the blast,
And to hear the rattling trumpet
Thunder, 'Cut away the mast!'

So we shuddered there in silence,
For the stoutest held his breath,
While the hungry sea was roaring
And the breakers talked with death.

As thus we sat in darkness,
Each one busy with his prayers,
'We are lost !' the captain shouted,
As he staggered down the stairs.

But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand,
'Isn't God upon the ocean,
Just the same as on the land?'

Then we kissed the little maiden,
And we spake in better cheer,
And we anchored safe in harbor
When the morn was shining clear.

James Thomas Fields

God is still God when the storms come in an engulf the land and the sea; God is still God when the sun is shining and it's  rays warm the land and the sea.  This is a truth for our very lives.  \o/