Love

Thunder-Storms

by Josephine Preston Peabody 1874–1922

From The Book of the Little Past (1910)

Love

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!

MLA

Peabody, Josephine Preston. “Thunder-Storms.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/103/.

Chicago

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