Beauty of the Storm

The air smelt of rain, that unique aroma of pure water from the heavens. The clouds were dark gray, almost black in some places. Only one flash of lightning had I saw, it rumbling out its existence to those who failed to see it. Then another rumble. I hadn't saw that flash of lightning. And then the hail started. It was a cloud burst. In January. Strange weather we are having, indeed. But that is just the signs of the times, I suppose.

On the way home, the sky was that beautiful after-storm blue. The sun, barely peeking through the still dark clouds, gave a golden orange cast to parts of the sky and clouds. It was absolutely stunning.

It's dark out now, but I still wonder...why? Why do some people look at this natural beauty and say that it was all by chance? That it was all created by some coincidence and not by a higher power? Everything, us included, is paint on a canvas. The artist is God. And what a beautiful painting He has created, indeed.