“Raindrops on the windshield,
There's a storm now movin in;
He's headin' back from somewhere,
That he never should have been.”
Garth Brooks,
The Thunder Rolls
There’s nothing quite like a thunderstorm
To make you realize, how small you are
I was out on the lake, in my fishing boat
When I spotted bright lightning, from afar
The wind began howling, fierce and angry
Thunder started booming, out to the west
I knew, it would soon be heading my way
I cranked up the engine, donning my life vest
I had ventured far from safety, across the massive lake
Now I feared it would take me forever, to get back there
Thunderous booms, and gigantic thunderbolts, filled the sky
Very quickly, pounding, drenching rain, was now everywhere
Suddenly, I couldn’t even see where I was going
I prayed my navigational memory, would be right
As I raced for what I thought was the correct harbor
A sunny spring afternoon, had become black as night
Somehow, I managed to get back to the right mooring
Through the rocking, rolling, white-capped, lake waves
I hurriedly tied up my little boat, and then I ran like hell
Mother Nature was reminding me that I wasn’t so brave
As I burst into the cabin door, drenched from head to toe
My dogs rushed up to me, each of them panting, like mad
We huddled on the cabin floor, riding out this fierce storm
Thankful to be together, and for our shelter, extremely glad
There’s nothing quite like a thunderstorm,
To make you realize, how small you are;
I was out on the lake, in my fishing boat,
When I spotted bright lightning, from afar.
©2010, Mr. Ed
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blessings
Anna
Be always safe,
Karen
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Cheers,
Dan
God bless,
Lew
Blessings Ed, and thank goodness you got off that lake in time!!
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Peace,
Dayvid