My love for thunder
It's been raining on and off a lot in my city especially in the last 2 days. Today I noticed the thunder roaring louder than usual. I personally enjoy the sound of thunder. I always have. I recall a moment in time, about 10 years ago. It was pouring raining and I was weeping in prayer and I wondered if God could hear me or rather was he listening and then suddenly I heard a loud roll of thunder. Made me think of the title of this book I loved in middle school called "Roll of thunder hear my cry" I always loved the title of the book. The book itself is good too but the title is so poetic. I had even attempted to write a poem with the same title as a teenager but I've since lost all record of it.
But what is it with me and the sound of thunder? I think have come to realize, it's the depth. The mystery. The authority it effortlessly demands as it rolls out into the open air. I've even heard the tone of thunder in a man's voice. Let me just tell you how attractive that is to a woman. There is something so strong yet comforting about a man who's tone is baritone. Ladies, wouldn't you agree? It reminds me of my earthly father who as a child made me feel completely secure, completely unaware and not concern with the trouble around cause I was in the care of a concerned father. So it seems that even though I am no longer a little girl and i'm in this very big world trying to find my way, I am reminded that even in the midst of the rain his thunder remembers my name.
© truly.sincerelyy
5/29/24