Fierce Blessings

The thunder clouds climb up the sky

Seeking to reach its dome,
Rumbling til their angry voices
Echo throughout their home.
 
Despite the fierceness of their roar,
However grim their mien,
They bear within their angry core
A blessing we’ve all seen;
 
The rains that feed the barren fields,
Restoring them to bloom
Fills fountains pouring from the cliff
That echoes thunder’s boom.
 
The clouds that rumble on the heights
And water all the land
Reminds us why we Praise the Lord
Who holds us in His hand.

Psalm 147:7-9

Sing to the Lord with grateful praise; make music to our God on the harp.
He covers the sky with clouds; he supplies the earth with rain and makes grass grow on the hills.