I woke up to the sound of thunder and the dramatic flash of lightening. Marching over the hills of Rwanda were thunderheads just waiting to unleash their anger on the city of Kigali. Being from Oregon, i'd never really experienced a thunderstorm of this magnitude, we dont really get thunderstorms here. I was actually legitimately afraid.
It lasted for about a half hour, the heavy rains, the continuous flash of lightening and the thunder rolling over the hills. I opened the curtains in my room, and watched the storm. There was no chance of falling back asleep. I was wrapped up in my blankets, the first time i'd used them since i got to Rwanda.
I sat on my bed in awe, and in fear. Such a display of power, i felt so small, so very much at the mercy of the storm.
In my awe a song came to my mind, the words of which i guess i never really understood until i saw that storm. I went out on my balcony with the rain falling around me and the thunder telling me of the threat of lightening not far in the distance. With my arms outstretched i sang.
Its falling from the clouds
a strange and lovely sound
i hear it in the thunder and rain
Its ringing in the skies,
like cannons in the night
the music of the universe plays
You are holy, great and mighty
The moon and the Stars
Declare who you are
Im so unworthy
But still you love me
Forever my heart will sing of how great you are
I heard the music of the universe that night, and joined it in worship to the Creator.
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