I used to be absolutely terrified of storms.
Ye storms howl out His greatness; let your thunders roll like drums in the
march of God's armies! Let your lightning write his name in fire on the
midnight darkness; let the illimitable void of space become one mouth for
song; and let the unnavigated ether, through its shoreless depths, bear
through the infinite remote the name of Him whose goodness endureth forever!
--Charles Haddon Spurgeon