I was thinking about clouds. The way they appear soft, but hold nothing but rain. How they look like cotton candy, but lack its fleeting sweetness. They stretch broadly across the sky to block the sun’s rays from me, showing no silver lining until right after a storm. Yeah, I was thinking about clouds then I decided to stop.
My ears popped from the take-off as slid the window shade down.
The next morning I had woken early, because that’s what I do. Paced the floors, drank coffee that was not my own, and haphazardly opened a Bible. My eyes focused on something that caught me by surprise: “The Lord has said that he would dwell in a dark cloud.” I began reading with fervor blinking back a downpour. How? How does God open my Bible to 2 Chronicles 6? I have no idea, but for the rest of the day I longed for a storm.