Hi, I'm still here.
Winter has been touring the land of the long white cloud. Down south, there's been snow and people have skied on fields of white. Some places have had rain and flooding.
I have shivered in my office up here in the north despite our countries mildness. We don’t have it as cold as some countries do. Spring is now in the air, birds are singing and flowers beginning to bloom. The sun still rises late and retires early, but summer is on it’s way.
Some of my favorite times have been the warm sunny days that belie the fact that winter was here and those days of wind and rain.
This year, we’ve had few thunderstorms. I hope we get some more. I love those days when the clouds roll across the skies, chasing shadows over the plains. The distant rumble, like heavy traffic as the sun flees the storm, the stillness of air, the silence of birds and the brightening of colors. On those kinds of days, I have seen rainbows of magenta and green.
The gray of clouds becomes an electric wall of deep violet and blue in the last rays of an overpowered sun. A rumble grows in the bowel of the storm. All grows dark and the first drops fall. Lightning flashes. Thunder booms overhead and all the world trembles as shockwaves roll across the sky.
I love those days. They remind me of the Creator God. With all His power, all His Majesty, He could crush us all. Yet He loves us and desires only good for our lives.
Thunderstorms are powerful, tornados are ferocious, yet a thousand of these storms rolled into one, can never compare to the power and the Glory of God all Mighty. His love is greater than all.
The Lord has blessed your country with beauty. No wonder you call it the land of the long white cloud.
Curm