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The clouds that will flock in the rushing winds,
Mean a storm is just around the bend.
The thunder that thrusts from the skies,
Sounds like a lion that roars from his cage inside.
The lightning that cracks with the wind,
Will send shivers up and down your skin.
The raindrops that fall make puddles upon the ground,
The puddles quench the thirst of the dry land,
Puddles fill the rivers and streams that flow as fast
as they can.
Raindrops help many things grow,
Raindrops are a gift from God as you know,
For no man can make it truly rain or snow.
God has control over it all.
For our needs he did see that it would be,
flowers that grow from a seed are as pretty as could be.
Be everywhere
if we would only open our eyes to see,
The beauty in every human being, that God
gave new life, to maybe do what is right,
The sun and the rainbows will be seen.
If we only trust and believe in the Lord.
He and only he could calm down any storm.
