Classic Poem

Excepting when they're very loud,
And then, when they're almost too bright,
I love to see a Thunder-Storm,
Excepting when it's in the night.

It's harder to remember, then:
It's Very Wicked not to trust
A Thunder-Storm. Because it's Sure
To know! — And then, besides, you Must.

For it will light your Heart up. — Yes;
The Deepest Darkness ever Made
Could Never Hide the Guilty One
...Who feels At All Afraid.

The thunder is the best of all, —
Except the wading for the Birds;
And then, the Shining in the wet;
— Oh, and the Rainbow, afterwards!