It’s a stormy day on the mountain,
The wind is howling like a banshee;
The wildlife is all in hiding,
A lightning bolt strikes an ancient tree.

The rain is coming down in sheets,
By the gusts, sideways it is blown;
Thunder rolls over the hillside,
The might of God is being shown.

Then suddenly it is over,
The clouds begin to move away;
The shrieking wind dies, all is calm,
Soon the sun will brighten the day.

And when that begins to happen,
A sign we’ll see to let us know;
That the Word of God is truthful,
Told by the sight of His rainbow.

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