The Day Will Come
The clouds go galloping off like Clydesdale plow horses, powerful, majestic, thunderous. They leave cleansing, cooling rains that wash clean the dimly painted sky. A million shimmering stars wink against the pristine night, glisten, gleam, and glow, calling to the One they know, telling of His glorious greatness. In wordless, breathless praise announce the dawning of the day when the light comes crashing in. Then clouds can be no…