Love
Thunder-Storms
From The Book of the Little Past (1910)
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!
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MLA
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “Thunder-Storms.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/103/.
Chicago
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “Thunder-Storms.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/103/.
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