The storm comes in with steady swell,
Its joyous strength arising well.
Some trees now bend, while others snap;
Some waves now toss a high white cap.

The gulls now wheel and scream delight
To feel the storm in its great might.
Then suddenly the storm does pass
While Blackie snuffs the long wet grass.
Then sun does burst and blaze and shine,
And this dramatic day is mine!

Oh weather calm, oh weather wild,
Oh ever-changing, wanton child,
Now sleeping be, now boist’rous, free,
And dream, or shout, the soul in me!

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