O, Autumn, come! Come early if you can. My storm-loving sensibilities are missing you.
I am so ready for the wind to gather up the leaves again. Storms, you must promise to pummel hard and shout with those thunderous voices you are so well versed in. God’s voice has sounded like your thunder. My God is bigger, though. Bigger than you, Storms—louder than your thunder, stronger than your winds, fiercer than your lightning that you cast upon the earth.
I cannot wait for autumn’s storms—they so remind me of the God I love.
Artwork: An Autumn Wind by unknown
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