Wild shimmering clouds on the horizon dance,
majestic in their darkening power.
The gentle sea-spray mist takes stance,
painting silent dew on leaf and bower,
heralding the tender springtime shower.
But the wind dances a frenzied step, and then
lightning arcs in a whip across the sky.
The tender meadow, the fern-kissed glen
stand witness to the tempest's cry.
The brooding storm clouds have drawn nigh.
Trembling leaves leap forth in skyward flight
now mixed and whirling with sweeping rain--
forming delicate streamers in the advancing
The howling gale assaults the peaceful plain;
loud thunder roars its fierce refrain.
But sleep fearless in the night; all storms
This cloudburst was decreed to heal the lands.
And by the storm's Creator all things were made--
through Him, fearsome Nature in tranquility
The Earth is shielded by His compassionate hands.
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