“Who has cleft a channel for the torrents of rain
    and a way for the thunderbolt?? ~Job 38:25

So much power is in the sky. The clouds were awesome and wild over this old barn, its aged and greying wood, boarded up windows, tumbling cinderblocks, crumbling foundation, and chipping paint speaking to the myriad of storms this piece of history has weathered. Yet still it stands.

We humans are so small, such a small part of this world we live in. Watching a storm roll in is a pretty stark reminder of just how small we really are, and how fearful and powerful our God is.

Behold, God is great, and we know him not;
    the number of his years is unsearchable.
For he draws up the drops of water;
    they distill his mist in rain,
which the skies pour down
    and drop on mankind abundantly.
Can anyone understand the spreading of the clouds,
    the thunderings of his pavilion?
Behold, he scatters his lightning about him
    and covers the roots of the sea. ~Job 36:26-30

Wonder at the storms, marvel at them. Then turn and worship the God who created it all.