When It Storms God Is Angry
The sky Rumbles
Their anger heard
As rain falls
Their pains falls
it falls upon our roofs
and we listen to the pitter of the tear shaped dropped
We listen to the prayers that were rejected
And the salvation they cause
We drown in the noise
We drown in the moment
Till the rain falls no more and we wonder where God has gone
We praise the Joy the sun brings
And we wait for the sky to rumble
the thunder to boom
And for the rain to return.
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