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