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Thunder Sky





I have just spent perhaps half-an-hour outside our house, where I could hear the sirens better, and see the sky becoming a swirling dark space.  There is a severe thunderstorm going by.  


What was much more moving than what I could see was what I heard.  It was never quiet.  At what was a distance of ten or fifteen miles, the sky was a constant threat.  The lightning bolts were infrequent, but the endless roll and rumble of thunder was impressive.  It never paused to inhale.  If that were God on Mt. Sinai, then Moses is carving out an entirely complete code of ethics, and innocence is going to become impossible.  


So much for all that lovingkindness and milk of human kindness!  The sky is angry and unrelenting.

The sky is so large, and my boat is so small!  It is just to the right of the trailer you see in the lower right corner of the picture, out of sight.  But keep an eye on the photo.  You might see it sail by!

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