Thunderstorm

O’er dark horizon, gath’ring clouds

Mount high to reach the sun,

And dim the rays that touch the ground

As swift they travel on.

As blacker looms the angry mount

And grey grow lands below,

Within the bank of stormy cloud

Flash lights that spark and glow.

And after blinding lantern’s glow,

A roar of thunder’s clap

As though ‘twere fire from cannon’s bore

O’er shaded earth so black.

Then torrents pour upon the land,

The floods their banks o’erflow

As angry storm casts down its hand

To water earth below.

So grumbling mountain drifts along,

Its rage and violence spent;

Behind it lies a fresh land, strewn 

With life renewed again.