The storm had stopped as sudden as it had started. I stood outside and appreciated the beautiful dark clouds, the smell of post storm freshness, when I suddenly noticed it. The spirit of wisdom rose up from a steaming puddle and noticed I was awe-struck. “Not many appreciate it“ he said quietly. “Most try avoid it by living in cities, or try drown it out with loud television or music."
"Its the most beautiful thing ever" I whispered. Not a bird moved or chatted, not a breeze stirred. "What is that sound?" I asked after a while.
"The sound of God breathing." Said the spirit.