Blue skies
golden sun
cloudless skies
evidence of God's blessing
favor
anointing.

Light streams through the fog
cascading through the trees
radiant beams
illuminating
breaking apart
testifying that God is in the midst of doubt
uncertainty
confusion

Storm clouds gather
blocking out the sun.
Rain pours down
harsh cold winds blow.
God is here
in the height of the storm
call out his name
you will find him


As a side note: This isn't the formatting I'd prefer for this poem. I have no idea how to save changes made with regard to spacing. I typed this poem how it was supposed to look, saved it, and yet it publishes without any of the formatting I intended. If anyone knows how to fix this I'd appreciate it if you could help me. Thanks!