Praise, give praise to God,
all you blustering winds and racing clouds.
Praise God with your daunting whistle and your rainbow of grays.

Do not relent on your course
to twist me around and sting my cheeks
in reminder of life’s vigor and God’s strength.

Surprise me with your dance of water and air,
stretching out in inexplicable pattern, forming, disappearing,
provoking my spirit with your meteorological moodiness.

Today you have served your God well
by inciting me to heightened awareness of
the movement of elements and Spirit.

Praise, give praise to God,
all you blustering winds and racing clouds.
With your whipping and your swirling, praise God!

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