Hail To Wait

Hail rained upon our city. A rainstorm with thunder announced the presence of power.  A storm was coming, bigger than this show in the natural. I bowed my head to see nothing with my own eyes, for they had grown weary and tired. In my quiet place I waited. I spoke only what I was to speak and I waited.

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