Gazing through the window at the rain <br />I wondered from where the rain came. <br />Then a voice said to me ‘It’s sucked up from the sea, <br />or do you believe that old wives tale that it is angels wee. <br />You have heard the story of Noah’s Ark, <br />that was certainly no walk in the park <br />and no it was’nt incontinent angels that did it for a lark. <br /> <br />Suddenly the peace was shattered by thunder, <br /> yes the thunder made me wonder, is God angry? <br />No he is not, said the voice. <br />Thunder is caused by rapidly expanding atmospheric gasses <br />being heated by lightening. <br />But it does make some people angry, and some ill, <br />especially the insurance companies who have to foot the bill. <br /> <br />At that moment my mother came running out of the kitchen <br />and dashed under the stairs, she would stay there till the storm had passed <br />trembling and saying her prayers <br />I looked through the window at the night sky, <br />and thought what a great end to the day. <br />As I witnessed mother natures firework display. <br /> <br />I wonder…… “Son I am tired “ said the voice <br />And it is time you went to bed, and to ponder what I’ve said. <br />You have a mind of your own son <br />I will not put you on the spot. <br />You either believe it or not.<br /><br />Gordon Whittaker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-voice-in-the-storm/
