STORM TRACK: November 30, 1982 (Volume 6 Issue 1)
ANNUAL POETRY SECTION
By David Hoadley
Storm on Lake Asquam
A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw
On Carmel prophesying rain, began
To lift itself o'er wooded Cardigan,
Growing and blackening. Suddenly, a flow
0f chill wind menaces; then a strong blast beat
Down the long valleys murmuring pines, and, woke
The noon-dream of the sleeping lake, and broke
Its smooth steel mirror at the mountain's feet.
Thunderous and vast" a fire-veined darkness swept
Over the rough pine-bearded Assam range;
A wraith of tempest, wonderful and strange,
From peak to peak the cloudy giant stepped.
--- John Greenleaf Whittier
Storm
Rain is the giver of life.
It purifies, refreshes, and soothes the soul.
Rain can extinguish the fire that burns within.
Wind is the maintainer of life.
It revitalizes, invigorates, and excites the soul.
Wind can inspire by blowing stagnation away.
The rage of a hurricane puts all into submission.
This is a good thing, for it shows even the
Mightiest egotist his own vulnerability.
--- Barbara White
