Thunder

I love it when it thunders at night...when it only thunders; no rain, no lightening, just a low rumble moving along the horizon. It's like God, reaching out his hand, saying, "Here I am. I am powerful, I am with you. I am going to watch over you through this storm, but the storm has to come. I make the clouds and the rain; the stars and the sky; but most of all I made you. I am here and I love you." It's comforting, in a weird, completely beautiful, awe-inspiring way.

And I don't know about you, but personally, I live for the moments where I can hear God in the silence, covering the noise of this world.