The Storm

Great clouds rises
A mantle
A wall
Stretching as far as eye can see
Mountains and monsters
Great and terrible
Their forms reveal for moments
Their voices heard for miles
The children tremble
The dogs wail
The wind howls
And house shakes
Grass dance
And dust flies
The earth trembles
And the sky roars
Thunder crashes
Lightning falls
Slashes, and tears
Yet in his trail
Yet in his passing
A sweetness remains
Though tree be broken
Though leaf be torn
A cleanness to the air
And brightness to the sun
The ground is watered
And is renewed
Though the storm be great
The earth receives his rain

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