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When I was young, someone told me God was in the Rain
Then I saw Charlie and Katrina
When I was older, someone told me God was in the wind
Tornados twisted that idea across the dusty plains.

College led me to read the story of Elijah
God was in a still small voice.

But the wind and rain drowned out God’s whisper
Each drop a word, the wind a breath
A divine cacophony of God’s still small voice
Whispers screaming God’s promise of recreation.