Relentless rain and thunder roll,
In darkest night it soothes the soul,
It shelters with each crash of light,
The tumult in my mind tonight.
And on, and on the pattering,
The rain its ceaseless battering-
Against the shingle, board and pane,
All thought dispelled in its refrain.
The storm has reached crescendo now,
With fervent rage as to endow-
The trees to hold each branch and leaf,
And offer nests within relief.
Yet on, and on the rain pours down,
The earth displays its glossy gown,
And offers up to brook and stream,
The watered thoughts of last night’s dream.
Peter Lowell Paulson
June 15, 2011
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