Hi dad 

The wind howls through my opened window

A storm is brewing I smell it in the air

I hear your voice call out to me in an echo

I love when it rains, I find you here

-Destiny Fochtman


I wrote this poem and then I still felt as if I needed to hear more. I felt the need to go outside and to watch the storm and see if I could capture some lightning on video. I got outside and it started pouring right away. I was in just a robe and got cold very fast. I knew my dad and God was with me, so I asked for just one more bolt before I retreated inside. I didn’t get a bolt right away, but notice the street light. It may be small, but to me it proved so much. I believe and that was a testimony for me and my faith.

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