Calling... Me

I feel a faint breeze whisper across my skin as the hairs on my arms rise in synchronized motion, pulling up chill bumps. In the distance, I hear the slowly rolling thunder, an impending storm no doubt. The corner of my eye catches a glimpse of some illustrious glow, flashing in the night. I turn to look and it is gone. My nose is filled with the fragrance of a certain rainfall, and I know the time for the earth’s cleansing and renewal is approaching. The ground begins to shake ever so gently, the repercussions of clouds clapping in unison. There it is again, that… thing… that… light. I look to the west… it is gone. The wind begins to pick-up as hands from the Heavens unroll billowing clouds as dark as the night. Suddenly, I feel the sensation of a droplet sinking through my hair, making it’s way down my forehead… slowly, to the tip of my nose. I smile as I close one eye, and watch the drop with my other… and then… it jumps. Falling to the ground saying nothing, I hear it land, assuring me it has arrived. There it is again… the light. I look up in time to see an explosion of colors crackling through the night sky and almost instantly, the ground groans, perhaps in displeasure from pain. Frozen in my tracks, a fear consumes me as the wind angrily howls, the lighting strikes twice in all places, the ground rocks, the rain begins to pour and like the sounds from a symphony culminating into one note for the grand beginning the storm… stops… never begins… nothing… but silence. I wait… don’t move… and faster than it arrived, it is now gone. Still… silent… what happened? I feel a faint breeze whisper across my skin as the hairs on my arms rise in synchronized motion, pulling up chill bumps. Yes, Lord?

1 Kings 19:9-13