Concerning the Nature of Storms
By Ron Van Sant
Storms that fill the night with clamor
As Thor the Thunderer does rush to fight
Long sparks fly as shield blocks hammer
Cutting brightly through the cloudy night.
This is the nature of storms
My Oma to me told,
As passed on down in the Eddas
Stories from days of old.
I feared the sound, that battle din
That as a child broke my sleep
Would the gods of heroes win?
Would giants leave the world to weep?
Storms and battles do not last,
To me my Oma said
The world is always better off
Once the storm has fled.
Would my Oma tell me a lie ?
Even Gods can’t always prevail
As anger itself rang through the sky
Bringing, thunder wind, and hail.
Oma explains that storms bring hail
And rain and also snow
All the elements nature needs
To make the flowers grow.
Frost Giants are made from the tears of man
It is from our sadness that they spring forth
From their icy realm they plan
In cold borne anger they attack from the north
This is why, my Oma said,
The storms are always loud
This is why, she also said,
Water comes from cloud
Thor leads the fallen hero army,
A mighty battle train
To answer the giants infamy,
He smashes them to rain
Blow by blow, the giants fall
Our the tears to return earth
To water trees and flowers all
Bringing Joy and mirth
From every evil, some good prevails
Though it invades your dreams
This storm will end, despite your wails
Rain helps crops and fill the streams
Thus my Oma held me tightly
Till the heavenly battle was won
And the storm ended brightly
With the coming of the dawn.