The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1912-09-29
The Summer Storm
BY WINIFRED BLACK.
THE little girl was desperately an

L cry.
She started to run upstairs and the
first step she turned. stamped her
foolish little foot as hard as she
could and shouted in strange,
strained. harsh voice:
OH" she said. "oh, I wish the
woodland kill 1t all to pieces--1
wish" but just then some one in
authority arrived, and the little girl
ran upstairs and hid her head In the
to the rain tapping. tapping on the
window pane. and rushing, rushing,
down, the steep sides OF the high
shinglcd roof.
that raIn-it says go many things.
''Hark" 1t. whispers "Hark''-
how the whole world is stopping to
listen to the rain song.
''Shsh"-tired babies will fall
asleep, worn mothers will smile at
Flowers faded In the heat, Of the
parchins dust In the red road will
soften. the moss will begin to grow
See how the lilies hold up their
Listen; the little stream silent 20
long begins to murmur, the tall trees
bow 10 the oncoming storm.
Hark--there's the thunder; ah.
there comes the llghtning-it looks as
lsnten-now here's his shadow be-
tween the light and the dark
Now. it's great pen writing In
fluid fire.
the wondrous writing there on the
wall OF purple clouds?
Come, children. run Into the house
the rain. the real rain has begun,
And the little girl lies upstairs in
the room under the peaked roof cry
wish," she sobs. IT wish"-poor, poor
MT 1.-THE storm OF life, for you.
How do you intend TO weather II.
I Wonder-with anger and tears. with
dreadful wishing of dire disaster 70
Poor little foolish girl. your eyes. are
red, your soft hair tumbles about
your flushed face, the smile that
makes you beautiful is gone.
All the. joyous delight In mere liv.
ing for llvinss sake. where is that?
Gone. too. with the happy smile
Dear. dear. what a tragedY-and all
because you could not go out In the
very face OF the coming storm and
play lady up and down the walk In
Your mothers old lilac frock that you
have taken such freakish fancy for
Well, well-what sorrow TO be
sure-youll forget It tomorrow little
girl. In an hour from now you won't
remember what II was all about-the
wild storm In your little rebel heart
Il wish | could make you see what
a waste Of time 1t is 10 cry like that.
Some day you'll know. poor child.
some day.
There's something grimly just in the
course of nature after all. / never
knew a heart to fairly burst over
fancied sorrow that some real grief
did not come along to make preteDse
over into sober earnest. Don't cry
SO hard, little girl; some day you'n
Some one will forget to ask you to
her party.
The woman next door will have an
auto when you have TO walk, Your
husband will forget to bring you a
day-oh. terrible things are waiting
for you down the road OF life. little
girl. Why don't you save all that
rush OF tears for them?
What-you love to cry-it does you
good-you feel better now that the
tears are gone!
Yes. but--well, ! declare. you look
better. too Was II just storm as
natural as lightning, as necessary a
thing as the rain. perhaps-and yet.
/ ought TO scold you, little girl
ought to punish you some way-and
I Will,
There. You shall have chocolate Ice
cream today-not peach as you hoped
and the ribbon In your bonnie brown
hair shall be blue--not pink at all SO
shall ! satisfy the demand for punish
ment-
You are sorry, you say--your arms
are around my neck. How soft they
are. the little slender arms!
What a foolish little face II is that
leans against my tired foreheadi how
fast the little heart beats that rests
SO close 10 mine, oh. my darling. II
I could only hold you SO when the
real troubles come-if could only
punish you myself instead OF let
ting life-cruel relentless life--do 1t,
Look, the clouds are breaking in
the sky, the sun shines on q distant
valley on the mountain side: how
green. how green 1t Is!
The air is fresh and sweet all the
flowers nod gayly in the light breeze
the storm left when 1t ragged across
the hills into the next valley below.