THUNDERSTORMS

A fly on our wall two weekends ago might tell a story of the largest thunderstorm I have experienced since a camping trip at Olive Lake in Eastern Oregon, year 2006. A symphony exists within a thunderstorm, a symphony of sounds along with the rises, falls, and fading away of the roars, rain, wind, and even the sounds of birds singing. The day began quietly, overcast, but pleasant. About noon the rain began to fall and we could hear the pitter patter of the drops as they fell on the sidewalk outside our front door and against the window panes of the house. Then we heard the wind begin to pick up in its intensity, looked out and saw the darkness of the clouds as they traveled our direction, carried by the wind. Streaks of lightening suddenly appeared in the skies announcing the thunder that would soon follow. Before long there was a symphony which included the leaves loudly rustling as they blew against one another, the rain pelting the ground below it, and the low rumble of the thunder far off, like it was the cello and bass section adding to the suspense of the music. As if playing a great symphony composed by Beethoven and conducted by a great musician the symphony began to climax this glorious piece. The thunder rolled and I, as the audience, enjoyed the boom and crash of nature's drums and cymbals. The strings picked up speed as the wind in the trees grew louder, and the rain pelted harder and faster as if they were the bells being played with what might seem to be no sense of of order within the piece itself. And yet, the movement of all the instruments and the music itself worked together to create a masterpiece. The kettle drums of thunder faded away, the violins and violas of wind became a gentle breeze, and the bells softly ringing as rain drops as they quietly fell brought a sense of resolution and peace. This rise and fall of music continued for at least an hour. At times the drums of thunder boomed so loudly it shook the ground and the house. The music settled down a bit allowing for the flutes to sing in the form of birds singing amidst the storm. The music began to swell and the thunder began to roll in again, but this time a little further off and the birds continued to sing. This masterpiece finally ended with the gentle breezes, birds singing at the top of their lungs, rain quietly falling, and a double rainbow adorning the skies above against a sky that slowly turned blue once again. One of these days, perhaps I will find a way to create a musical masterpiece that tells the story of my thunderstorm.Raindrops fell on the camera lens, but the rainbow still came through. Please click on the link to view a few photos of the symbol God gave many generations ago to Noah, never to destroy the earth again until that final day. This day will end the symphony of life as we know it on earth. Until then, each of our lives is an instrument, adding to God's musical masterpiece of life through His whole creation.