THE STORM

See lightning is flashing, The forest is crashing, The rain will come dashing, A flood will be rising anon; The heavens are scowling, The thunder is growling, The loud winds are howling, The storm has come suddenly on! But now the sky clears, The bright sun appears, Now nobody fears, But soon every cloud will be gone.

Sara Coleridge

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