I've been grumbling because we have been living in the clouds with soggy misty weather for two weeks. Then the sun shone and I smiled not knowing it was cooking up a stormy brew.
The sky darkened, the heavens opened, pelting down hard rain. Hard hail rattled on the tin roof and bounced off the windows.
Minutes later, the vegie farmer was left to lament his damaged crop.
Psalm 147:16-18 (New International Version)
He spreads the snow like wool
and scatters the frost like ashes.
He hurls down his hail like pebbles.
Who can withstand his icy blast?
He sends his word and melts them;
he stirs up his breezes, and the waters flow.