Ruth Desjardins The storm lashed out in anger
As fury shook the sky,
Lightning flashed its searing threat
Before the poet’s eye.
Explosions thundered through the soul;
Wind raged through the trees;
Purple clouds hurled angry tears
And fury poured in streams.
The storm expressed its agony;
The poet felt the pain,
Felt the world tremble,
Endured the driving rain.
Waiting for the moment,
Knowing it would come,
Watching for the clouds to break,
Waiting for the sun.
And now the sky is shattered,
And now the lightning dies,
As beauty paints a rainbow
Against the stormy sky.
Raindrops look like diamonds;
Streams of light splash through;
The world is all a-glisten
Before the poet’s view.
Moments spent with beauty–
A glimpse of sunlit sky–
Moments, only moments,
Now coloured thoughts rush by.
The poet feels the rainbow
Heal the savage stings;
Beauty splashes through the soul
To give the poet wings.
And now the poet answers
With words to match the scene,
Spinning rhymes of feeling,
Creating majesty.
Relating thunder’s fury,
Reliving tears of rain,
Then, safe inside the rainbow,
The poet dreams again.
