Perky Poets Society

Oh, the storm did grow near
like a thief to the cache,
And its lightning was tied
on the sky like a sash.
And the roar of the thunder
was that of a flood
When the waters course through
nature's veins as though blood.

Like sheep on a hillside
when safe from all plight,
The landscape at sunrise
was peaceful to sight.
Like sheep on a hillside
when slain by a foe,
The landscape at sunset
lay crushed by the blow.

For the fury of God
had delivered this force
To teach all a lesson
which caused them remorse.
His message was clear
and long must it stay:

There will come from the Father
a judgment one day.