When God Conducts the Thunder and Lightning

Snails and slugs crawling across the pavement. God, I hope they make it in one piece, shell still there or not. He's up there, with what looks like a wand, conducting some magical sound crashing it's way around the entire sky, filling everything with noise. There is gonna be lightning too. It has all been planned beautifully. The rain comes in faint drops, then as the thunder crashes the rain erupts from the clouds overhead and soaks the land, the plants and trees having never looked so green. Nature in all its majesty.

It's like some classical piece created by nature, God leading the way. Suddenly all around us is an instrument making a unique sound in the rain, drops slapping on the ground, in gutters and puddles. The storm goes away, takes itself elsewhere, but later another round appears, and all the instruments play a new song. It's amazing, the wind comes in through my open door, I let the song wash over my chilled bones. We kill nature and then ask questions. It would seem to be the most beautiful force on all earth, and I am not sure whether we even deserve it.

Here is to the snails and slugs making their way, just making their way. I hope they get across alright.