When the thunder of storms draws the heavens a-drear, And the raindrops come marching with a drumroll of cheer; Then the earth drinks her fullness, and the colors unfold, In the depths of confusion, the beauty’s retold.
The rivers are laughing in their magical dance, While the flowers break free from their slumbering trance; For the cycle of seasons is a story of grace, Where the heart of the wilderness finds its own place.
- C J Dennis