Storm Clouds

By Mitzi Danielson-Kaslik

As blessèd night rolls in

Closer from o’er the heather hills,

I strangely find myself in trepidation,

Of the clouds and of the storm,

The storm clouds gather

In the blessèd night above,

I had never been scared

Of storm clouds in my youth,

Clearly time changes all,

There was much for which

I had learnt fear and trepidation,

Though as lightening struck,

And rain began to patter,

I find myself excited as I used to be

For the storm

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