Poem by Josephine Preston Peabody

Thunder-Storms

Excepting when they're very loud,
  And then, when they're almost too bright,
I love to see a Thunder-Storm,
  Excepting when it's in the night.

It's harder to remember, then:
It's Very Wicked not to trust
A Thunder-Storm. Because it's Sure
  To know!--And then, besides, you Must.

For it will light your Heart up.--Yes;
The Deepest Darkness ever Made
Could Never Hide the Guilty One
  ... Who feels At All Afraid.


The thunder is the best of all,--
Except the wading for the Birds;
And then, the Shining in the wet;
  --Oh, and the Rainbow, afterwards!

1. The Sorrows
2. Church-Time
3. Spinning in April
4. Little Side-Streets
5. The Play's the Thing

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