Nature Speaks

Nature Speaks

Nature is waking to spring ..

The weeks has been a mix of Summer days

bookended by the left over breezes of winter

I stand watching the first thunderstorm of this year

Lightening flying across the sky in streaks

The sound of the resulting thunder rumbles

As I mentally count, 1 steamboat, 2 steamboat …

calculating how close that strike was

The sky is dark, and towards the east, darker yet, 

in a solid covering of black 

The power of the storm ~ the sense of electric energy 

I stand on the deck, barefoot and leaning against the rail

Watching, listening, feeling  

As creation shows its power in the stillness of the night

And I notice that even though the sky is alive with electricity and rumbling

The frogs continue to croak

Not just a couple, but it sounds like more than one could count

Up close, likely in the pond and ditch

So much croaking.

Different frogs obviously

Yet together they sing in unison

Each croaks their own part

And not missing a beat

I like to think this is a praise offering to the Creator who created them

The same one, who created me.

Nature speaks to me 

And in the quietness of this night

With the thunder roaring and the frogs croaking

I stand in wonder and thanksgiving

To God, who has given me life and breath

note: the picture that is at the top of the page has a drop on it.  No, it is not dew and it is not rain.  Once spring comes and it starts warming up.  The sap starts coming up from the ground and going into the branches, and this came so much, and the bud was pulling it up, and had so much, it was dripping.  We have not seen this before, but Alvin did see it after that on a birch tree,  Isn't God an amazing creator!