Storms of every sort, torrents, earthquakes, cataclysms, 'convulsions of nature,' etc., however mysterious and lawless at first sight they may seem, are only harmonious notes in the song of creation, varied expressions of God's love.

Rocks and waters, etc., are words of God, and so are men. We all flow from one fountain Soul. All are expressions of one Love.

How terribly downright must be the utterances of storms and earthquakes to those accustomed to the soft hypocrisies of society.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm,
waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like
worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their
songs never cease. -John Muir, naturalist, explorer, and writer (1838-1914)

Every natural object is a conductor of divinity and only by coming into contact with them... may we be filled with the Holy Ghost.