Words and Verse
The Storm
Flash! A roar! The skies are scowling!
Woosh! the fervent winds are howling.
Storm has filled the clouds with thunder,
Hurling roaring din and crash.
Now and then the streak of lightning
Sets the tortured skies aflash.
Dark green trees in whirlwind swaying,
Raindrops crackle along the ground
Crackle-to the roaring echo
Of the brunning thunder's sound.
Poor pedestrians run and scatter,
Step in puddles in their path
And they're soaked up in the splatter.
Running-as the heavens shatter
With the lightnings flashing wrath.
Lo! The lightning's azure flashing
Now! The thunder's roar a-crashing.
Here I sit behind my window
Watch the tumult of the skies
I feel neither rain nor wind-no!
But the lightning charms mine eyes.
Fair it is, the streak of lightning,
And the drops upon the pane.
Strangely I gaze at this...beauty
Of the air amerge with rain.
Hark! The vernal storm is dying
Lo! the winds no longer hying.
As the clouded sky now lightens
Gentle mist stills all around
All is calm, my door I open
And I listen-not a sound
And there upon the street goes walking
A girl-I do not know her name
Her long red hair aflow about her
Warms me with an enchanting flame.
Fair were the trees, in storm awhirl
And lightning-bearing thundrous crashing
But fairer by the road this girl
Than rolling storm or lightning flashing.
Woosh! the fervent winds are howling.
Storm has filled the clouds with thunder,
Hurling roaring din and crash.
Now and then the streak of lightning
Sets the tortured skies aflash.
Dark green trees in whirlwind swaying,
Raindrops crackle along the ground
Crackle-to the roaring echo
Of the brunning thunder's sound.
Poor pedestrians run and scatter,
Step in puddles in their path
And they're soaked up in the splatter.
Running-as the heavens shatter
With the lightnings flashing wrath.
Lo! The lightning's azure flashing
Now! The thunder's roar a-crashing.
Here I sit behind my window
Watch the tumult of the skies
I feel neither rain nor wind-no!
But the lightning charms mine eyes.
Fair it is, the streak of lightning,
And the drops upon the pane.
Strangely I gaze at this...beauty
Of the air amerge with rain.
Hark! The vernal storm is dying
Lo! the winds no longer hying.
As the clouded sky now lightens
Gentle mist stills all around
All is calm, my door I open
And I listen-not a sound
And there upon the street goes walking
A girl-I do not know her name
Her long red hair aflow about her
Warms me with an enchanting flame.
Fair were the trees, in storm awhirl
And lightning-bearing thundrous crashing
But fairer by the road this girl
Than rolling storm or lightning flashing.
Comment On This Poem ---
The Storm
The Storm
