The Sky’s Battle Cry (written during Traning Camp week)

The thunderstorms are almost like clockwork – every afternoon/evening (with the exception of the camping night). I love it when the wind picks up!

Distant rumblings.

The sky is speaking

Telling of what is to come

     a change.

There is something more,
the whisper to become a roar.

Canon balls are going off.

we will win this war

but we must enter the battle

(humble) rumble

its coming

its coming

its coming

its coming!

RAIN!!!