Storms rolled in last night,
I have not slept much,
Not because they were disturbing
No, I marvel at their sounds,
Thor dashing bolts between clouds
Then clearing his throat,
The gentle patter of rain,
Nourishing tears from Freya,
The earth does not rebel, it basks,
Turning its face to the roiling sky,
Accepting the moisture on parched lips,
I wonder why humans avoid storms,
Huddling beneath canvas canopies,
Scurrying from the gods gift,
Complaining when it arrives,
Then complaining when there is none,
Maybe that is why there are droughts,
Punishment for not accepting the gift,
Last night there was forgiveness,
Standing in the backyard, drenched,
I gave thanks in wondrous joy,
Pleasured by Mother Natures love,
Bathed in her life-giving baptism.
2013, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 
This is very positive Donald and imaginative: storms as a gift! Well said! There are exceptions of course – but they don’t invalidate the poem and its mood of excitement!
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John, I have always loved and marveled at the beauty and majesty of storms. Wife thinks I am crazy for going out in them but I gather spiritual strength and peace from actions. Sort of cleanses the spirit. Glad you liked the poem. Good health to you sir.
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