The voice of thunder is a powerful thing. It awakens you at night. And you have nowhere to turn. The voice of God in its many disguises. And you are full of fear. What if? What if the roof caves in under the weight of water thundering down. What if lightning strikes your neighbour’s shining new chimney pipe? And the house goes up in flames. And frantically they rattle at your door begging for help. What if. And then the thunder moves away over the mountain and growls from far and it has passed and the rain is falling soft and you are released.
Am nächsten Morgen der Tag so frisch und klar und die Ängste der Nacht wehen wie Wolkenfetzen ins Himmelsblau. Die Stimme des Donners ist verhallt. Und du nun wieder stark fürs Leben.
Adieu, Freunde.
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