(A storm‑torn night of fear and faith, followed by a morning washed in light.)
“Psalms in the Dark, Sunshine at Dawn”
The sky wears an unhopeful blue dress;
gray clouds whisper of coming regrets.
Sunshine hidden as gray clouds move in;
Chasing shadows as a quiet rumbling begins.
Rain pouring, washing away loose ground.
Rivers and ponds turned a dark, mucky brown;
And the gale winds began too roar;
Delivering tornadoes to everyone’s door.
When evening came and brought the calm
Everyone sought their Bibles and read scared Psalms.
The next day rains ceased, low and behold a rainbow appeared.
With sunshine to see what the tornadoes had feared.
And the beginning of the day became brand new.

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