thunderously so

Her voice blends with the rain as a scent does in the air. Yet it stands out as a lamp does in the darkness. I am left in utter silence and I'd slit the throat of anyone who spoke as she sang. Wondrous are the high pitch notes, like the halo of the aforementioned lamp. Her voice sounds like burning too - it is after all, the fuel that keeps me going. As she harmonises with the bassy guitar, tears can't help but fall from God's eyes. The clouds whimper too - thunderously so.