Everything shouts God’s glory in bright colors, wind, rain, thunder, wildflowers, colts, cobalt sky. It always makes me think of the poem “Pied Beauty” by a nineteenth-century British poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins—a celebration of the wonderful variety of creation. Here it is:
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; 5
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: 10
*The poem and picture are from this linked Bartelby site.