Poems for our Children/The Thunder Storm

by Sarah J. Hale

For works with similar titles, see The Thunder Storm.

THE THUNDER STORM.

Look! the black cloud rises high—
Now it spreads along the sky—
See! the quivering lightnings fly—
Hark! the thunder 'll roar

Yet I will not shrink with fear
When the thunder crash I hear;
Soon the rainbow will appear,
And the storm be o'er.

In the summer's sultry day,
When hot winds around us play,
We should sink, the fever's prey,
And revive no more.

But the dark clouds fill the skies,
And the vivid lightning flies;
Then the cooling winds arise,
And our pains are o'er.

And I will not feel alarm—
God can shield me from all harm;
In the sunshine, or the storm,
God I will adore.