It Was A Stormy Spring Day

Those who have followed this blog have likely figured out that I’m a faithful and committed Roman Catholic Christian. With that in mind, in this post, I’m sharing an account of something that happened to me (it is a true story). It is not an earthshattering tale for those who were not there, but it was a moment in time that I will not forget. Here it is as I wrote it when it happened. I hope you find it enjoyable:


It was a cloudy spring day. I was sitting on my front porch with a thunderstorm roaring overhead. I had always been fascinated by thunder as a child, and as an adult, I still love to take the time to watch God’s creative work in action. The sheer magnitude of a major spring thunderstorm is awe inspiring. The huge dark clouds, the sudden crisp flashes of lightning, the ground-shaking claps of thunder following the lightning, the counting in seconds to try to determine how far away the lightning had struck, and then the rain, the buckets, and buckets of rain. I loved it all, and I saw it as an example of God’s power and creativity.

That day was in early May after the plants had already bloomed—previous rains had enticed them to grow, and the landscape was splashed with color, which caused joy in me after having journeyed through a long and hard winter filled with bare trees and dormant plants. I sat in peaceful tranquility watching the clouds move with astonishing swiftness across my line of sight when suddenly the clouds started to thin, and the rains slowed to a near stop.

I felt a little sad that the storm was passing—I continued to watch the cloud formations as the high winds made them swirl. Soon a dark water-filled cloud merged with a brighter, almost white, cloud—the two clouds flowed around each other and began to mesh together. For some reason, I had the desire to keep an eye on those two clouds, and I was rewarded for my patience as I saw the face of Jesus forming!

My rational brain told me it was a simple cloud formation, nothing more. The image of Jesus’ face remained for about two minutes, and there were also bright streaming rays of sunlight projecting to the ground from the location of the Lord’s face in the clouds. Shortly after that, the clouds started to break-up, and the face of Jesus was gone, yet in its place was an amazingly colorful and vast rainbow that stretched from horizon-to-horizon. It was the brightest and largest rainbow I had ever seen.

As a lover of Scripture, I could not help but see a lot of symbolism in the sky that day. Jesus’ face in the clouds reminded me of when Jesus ascended into Heaven through the clouds (cf. Mark 16:19; Acts 1:1-11, Psalm 110:1). The clouds also prompted me to consider the future event when Jesus will descend to earth through the clouds in order to Judge the Living and the Dead (cf. Matthew 24:30-31; Revelation 1:7; Daniel 7:13). The rays of sunlight streaming to the ground from the location of Jesus’ face reminded me that Jesus is the light of the world (cf. John 1:6-10, 8:12; Revelation 21:22-27). Finally, when I saw the rainbow, it reminded me of the famous Covenant which God made with Noah (cf. Genesis 9:81-7).

Perhaps I have an overactive Biblically based imagination, yet the events of that day held significant meaning for me. I suppose it occurred to me, then, that a person never knows when or how they might encounter God, or how our minds might work to help remind us of what is important. I was sitting peacefully on my porch, and suddenly my mind and heart were filled with thoughts of the Lord. I had not set out to do anything but enjoy the stormy cleansing spring weather–and I was left with a memory that will follow me for a lifetime.     


As is plain to detect, that event left a mark on me. I can still see the Lord’s Face in those clouds (it happened years ago). Many will attempt to downplay the story by claiming clouds form in recognizable patterns all the time, and that my mind wanted to see the Lord, so I did. Perhaps those naysayers are correct; I have no way to prove what I saw since, at the time, I was not holding a camera or smartphone to take a picture. Yet, I know it happened, and for me, it was a delightful gift received one stormy spring day–a gift that I am reminded of every time a storm passes by our home during the day (I always look up to the clouds wondering if I will again see an image of the Lord’s Face).

Have you ever experienced anything similar? Let me know in the comments. 🙂

Thank you for reading,

T.P. Johnson

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