The massive black thunderheads have rolled into sight. <br /> The wind has quickened and is mercilessly twisting the foliage <br /> The time has come to realize the great might <br /> Of the forces of nature and the damage <br /> Sustained by the creatures and plants of the earth. <br /> The silver streaks of lightening race across the sky. <br /> At time like this just what is our worth? <br /> Humbly we lift our heads to God and pray and cry.<br /><br />Dorothy Hinds Davis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rainstorm/
