And The Wind Blows

It’s raining outside, dark and depressing
I’m looking out my stained glass window
I see the dampened world that I live in
And the wind blows

I witness a brilliant flash of light
I hear the thriving thunderous roll
I’m shielded and warm on the inside
While the wind blows

April showers bring springtime flowers
Budding with new growth
God’s water tin or clouded tears
And still, the wind blows

New life likely from a seed
Kind of a birth I suppose
Offspring of Mother Nature
Grips tightly as the wind blows

It’s raining outside as the unborn are unborn
Is it rain drops or tear drops?
Where’s the thunder of another heart beating?
Did the wind stop? Yes, the wind stopped