This morning as I awoke <br />and rubbed my eyes, <br />I sat up, startled by a sound <br />I had never heard in January. <br /> <br />I pulled aside the curtains <br />and looked out my window. <br />It was snowing. <br />It was too warm to snow, <br />nearly sixty degrees, <br />but it was snowing. <br /> <br />And then I heard it again. <br />Thunder. <br />I had heard of this phenomenon <br />but never before <br />had I experienced it. <br /> <br />I watched as a single flash <br />backlit the skeletal maples, <br />oaks and white birch. <br />In that brief instant, <br />I’m sure even the birds <br />stared up in awe and wonder. <br /> <br />In one brilliant streak <br />from the sky to the ground, <br />under dawn’s waning full moon, <br />amidst thunder and snow, <br />I suddenly realized, <br />it was a heavenly exclamation point. <br />God had spoken.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thunder-snow/
