George Inness, The Coming Storm, 1879
The panther wind Leaps out of the night, The snake of lightning Is twisting and white, The lion of thunder Roars, and we Sit still and content Under a tree, We have met fate together And love and pain, Why should we fear The wrath of the rain!
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