We started seeing beautiful puffy white clouds on our way east through South Dakota. Eventually, they took on a darker, more sinister cast, so Kris checked his handy dandy phone for the weather...uh oh, trouble ahead. We were less than 10 miles from our campground destination, but prudence bade us pull over at the rest area and wait this one out.
We got out of the van there and within minutes the heat-filled air had cooled and the wind was whipping our hair around (those of us who have enough hair for whipping). That's when I took the top photo, which doesn't communicate even half of the terrible glory of this storm cloud. Underneath it was a rainbow. The terrible, awesome glory cloud was even then eclipsed in some way by the grace of the covenant rainbow.
When it seemed it had passed, we drove on and soon arrived at the KOA, which bore the blasted look of a place shaken by fury, the ground littered with leaf clusters and hail, windows here and there broken by the wind hurling fistfuls of hailstones at them...
The storm cloud passed on to the north east and from our perspective carried only the fading remnants of color and beauty. But as the sky darkened into evening, we saw lightning in its midst, a constant flicker of light, a filling of light. We watched for a long time, silently contemplating the mystery of God's presence in the sky.
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