Сара Тисдейл (Sara Teasdale)

Summer Storm

The panther wind
 Leaps out of the night,
The snake of lightning
 Is twisting and white,
The lion of thunder
 Roars—and we
Sit still and content
 Under a tree—
We have met fate together
 And love and pain,
Why should we fear
 The wrath of the rain!