That's the title to a song by Nancy Griffith that I enjoy. It's an old classic sung by many great artists over the years. The song started as a spiritual and was first recorded in a prison near Sandy Point, Texas, sung by "Sin-Killer" Griffin who claimed authorship. It's reported to describe the very famous 1900 Galveston hurricane, which remains the deadliest natural disaster in United States history, responsible for an estimated 6,000 to 12,000 fatalities.
This past Saturday we had a series of thunderstorms roll through our area with confirmed tornadoes, golf ball sized hail, and lots of damage. We didn't have any damage at our house, but it did leave everything very wet, including the kitchen window. This is a shot taken in the kitchen looking out with Red-Tip Photinia at the bottom and Dogwoods at the top. Just goes to show you can find something interesting to shoot no matter where you are and the conditions. Just look around!