In the early morning, just before the dawn breaks, the shining stars are still twinkling their warm glow in the night sky, and the dewy frost has just begun to fall, casting the emerald-green grass in a rainy-escent scene as the lead role. The sky is still as dark as it was at midnight, but just a glimmer of pre-dawn pink streaks through the navy blue sky, casting a certain glow upon the quiet, still world for which no words can account. There is an awesome significance of a Creator written throughout this beauty, a clear evidence that He is near. Even though the world is a silent haven, I can hear in my mind a still, calm voice calling out to me in a whisper, giving me a "peace that passes all understanding." It starts to rain, big and heavy teardrops from a crying sky, darkening even more the already pitch-black blanket overhead with dark, angry clouds. I shiver with a wind that picks up right as it starts raining, and the sky darkens even more. The shining stars have left their home that was the black blanket, and rain pelts the delicate, emerald-green grass beneath my feet. The blanket of green grows cold below my bare feet, and I shiver again, the dark sky darkening even more so. All of the sudden, within the blink of an eye, it all stops, leaving me breathless. I find my breath again somehow, puffing it out of my lungs and into the open air. A fog gathers in front of me, and, just as suddenly as the rain had stopped, I hear the still, calm voice calling out to me again in a whisper. If I ever felt scared during the rainstorm, I do not feel that right now. Instead, I feel an amazing, awe-inspiring calm and peace come over me, and I know that I'm alright now.
