Contagious Storm

a storm! a storm! a storm disconsolate: hear the winds blow wild and the rain peal with sounds that batter the sad Earth hear. And then a shock of life, a thundering next follows. And all together these themselves repeat again and yet again. I, naked human only hide to rest from the fury of these wanton ways the Soul, though bare, on its being naked fares more brilliant in itself more intelligent digs up more easily from those deep arcane wells that be in brain. and in the Soul the storm has the first of its contagious strikes there, it first enthrones itself and makes its object be as one with it, delighting in the horror and the pain. but then the flesh that bears the brunt of horror and the pain will be that brain that lights from darker ways: brilliant digs Intelligence Discovery and Thought and brings them to his side all hand in hand. and then the brain will be propense to speak else tell the hands to write or in other manifold ways bring forth what's dug in it: and then the Day will smile and in her hand will hold a budding Dawn that smiles dispels the tempest with her magic wand though from one to other Soul contagious be: in reverse order will the Dawn contagious overturn the brain's storm-darkness and bring on a new smile and Earth continue will rotate round and round.