THUNDERSTORM

She climbed up a ladder of rain
And looked into heaven at the beauty,
To behold such loveliness
Was a dream beyond compare.
The arching of the Spirit of Love
To reach the clouds
Gave an aura of gentleness,
But when the Voice of Love spoke,
There wasn't a doubt
As to whom was the Speaker
Beyond the clouds up there.
They know you, Love,
But, also, here You stand
Beside them in all Your glory,
Thank You for Being,
She kisses Your feet
And worships You Today.