Then, the massive raindrops peppered our rental car like a snare drummer performing an ever-increasing drum roll. Even with the windshield wipers on high, the clearing for visibility seemed like a lost cause. While protected, I felt encased in a tiny escape capsule, hoping for much more protection.
The sky was dark. That contrast is amazing since it was only 4PM in the afternoon. A sign lit up on the side of the freeway, “Hurricane season is here. Be prepared.”
Another sign gave some comfort but also odd realization. “Hurricane route is open.” There is some education that awaits me on this new awareness.
Then, like a figure of the Almighty touching the earth, a huge lightening bolt sizzled from the clouds, zig zagging all the way to the ground and pulverized the air around it for over a second. Mere moments followed and a clap of thunder shook the road and our car. Stunning power!
By the time we safely arrived back at our hotel, the storm was dissipating quickly. Lightening strikes were now many miles away. The distance between the flashes of electrical brilliance and the subsequent thunder was growing.
Instead of shaking your jaw, dilating your pupils or raising your eyebrows, the distant thunder was now a low-level rumble. The dark clouds were now being diluted with a silver lining as clear skies began to reappear. These Texas storms come suddenly then move away just as swiftly.
On the West Coast we just zip up our jacket a little higher and go about our business. Here deep in the heart of Texas, people pause and watch. They take it all in because it is worth a witness.
When the earth shakes and the skies erupt in a dance of power, it is worth looking. Ancients misunderstood this kind of weather to be the expression of angry gods. They were wrong.
The most violent of storms is merely an expression of the laws of God that He set in place long ago. His power is beyond comparison. This storm as stunning as it is doesn’t compare to what He can do. Now, that is a storm!
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