Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди)
Thunder-Storms
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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