... Can you find your way to where lightning is launched, or to the place from which the wind blows?
Who do you suppose carves canyons for the downpours of rain,
and charts the route of thunderstorms that bring water to unvisited fields,
deserts no one ever lays eyes on,
Drenching the useless wastelands so they're carpeted with wildflowers and grass?
And who do you think is the father of rain and dew, the mother of ice and frost?
You don't for a minute imagine these marvels of weather
just happen, do you?
