I listen to the raindrops
Pounding on the rooftops.
I listen to the thunder rumbling
And watch the lightning flashing.
Some people don’t like storms;
Some might even be afraid–
But I like to watch the lightning forms,
And see the rain on ev’ry grass blade.
The raindrops remind me of God’s love
And the blessings sent from above.
The thunder reminds me of His might,
And how, for my soul, He will fight.
The lightning reminds me of His light,
That gives to the blind sight,
Reaches those in the darkest night,
And takes away all of their fright.
Thank You, Lord, for storms;
Thank You for being with me till the morn.
Thank You for Your love, mercy, and grace,
And thank You that someday I’ll see You face to face.
~Julie Hochstetler, November 2015
I thought up this poem when I was ten and out hanging up laundry after a thunderstorm. I was enjoying the smell (you know, that clean smell after the rain, like the earth has been cleansed of all its stains and sorrow?) and thanking God for it, and then I started thinking about why I like rain/storms, and…yeah. My brain works in weird ways. 😁