It Can Only Be God Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

A gloomy weather
With thick clouds
Slowly moving across the upper hemisphere
The heavens began to rumble
And to clap repeatedly
As many anxiously glanced skyward
Obviously the rain is eminent

Suddenly there was a rustling of the wind
That drifts the cloud away
Welcoming a flicker of sun ray
With increased intensity every second
Brightening the hitherto gloomy scene
And the dull weather was transformed
It can only be God

(Wednesday,10/01/2024,11.02pm