I've followed where you led me out:
Down to the murmuring stream,
And broke a spiderweb in half
And crossed a fallen beam.
The clouds were floating up ahead
Some hurtling together
In a crash--some whispered gently
Of a change in summer weather.
And I-- I melted into fields
And hid among the flowers.
I felt the breeze was growing dark
But stayed face down for hours.
The treetops wildly waved at me,
All tossed about in gales.
They shook the earth and all of me;
How thunder rants and rails!
A reverie in violent storms
Brought me no nearer you.
I turned to thee: I cried out loud--
But truthfully I wonder
If you heard my cry through crashing trees
And replied among the thunder.
I could not hear you if you did--
And tearfully I fret,
For you called me into storms to hear,
But I am soaking wet;
No nearer than I was before.
You have not heard my cry.
I lie among the rain-dropped grass
And cannot answer why.
The clouds have mocked, the trees have waved:
I ponder my position.
I'm here because you called me here,
And of my own volition.
So speak to me in gentle breeze
And teach me by the field.
As I rest in you through violent storms
Your mercy is revealed.
In movements slow and restful
The night wind, like a dancer,
Comes to wipe my fears away:
The thunder is my answer.
postscript
I love thunder, and storms in general. I don't like the storms in my life, however. And this is a bit symbolic.