The Thunderstorm

by Lucy M. Young

photo by Jeremy Thomas
It moved in slowly from the West
Stealthily obscuring the sun.
The blue sky disappeared behind the dark and threatening clouds.
Lightning streaked across the blackness,
Thunder rolled and muttered,
Darkness deepened
Turning day to deepest twilight,
Evening shades beneath the trees.
Then came the rain -
A drenching, roaring deluge upon the parched dry earth.
The thirsty plants accepted it
And lifted grateful leaves like hands to God.
Reluctantly the storm released its grip upon the humid atmosphere
And drifted slowly on beyond the mountain

Rain in the Night

by Lucy M. Young
Soft and soothing,
Sleep-inducing -
Quiet music in the night;
Window-spattering,
Softly pattering -
Gentle showers in the night.

Ripping, tearing,
Lightning flaring,
Causing sudden, chilling fright;
Heavy downpour,
Deafening roar,
Thundershowers in the night.

Softer, glaring,
Soothing, scaring,
No matter how the rain may fall;
Tame or wild,
Rough or mild,
Earth gratefully absorbs it all.

Sun and rain,
Joy and pain,
Into each life some rain must fall;
The Lord of love,
High above,
Guides us gently through it all.


photo by Valentin Muller on Unsplash

The Cycle

by Lucy M. Young

One day the trees were clad in gorgeous garments, red and gold,
A radiant display that filled my heart with joy;
Then came the storm.
The rain exploded in a torrent of sound upon the roof;
The wind tore shrieking holes in saturated air.
The next day when I looked the trees were bare -
Brown lacy etchings hung against a ragged sky -
But now the ground was carpeted in emerald, crimson, gold,
Autumn's last defiant fling ere winter's bleakness.

How fleeting is our time on earth!
How fickle blow the storms of life
To change our days from joy to despair;
But may our autumns bloom in colors splendid -
The celebration of a life of usefulness and service -
Then peaceful sleep,
Awakening in the spring of life eternal
To start again the never-ending cycle.

photo by Daniel Kim on Unsplash