Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Thunderstorms

    Thunderstorms

    My mind has thunderstorms,
    That brood for heavy hours:
    Until they rain me words,
    My thoughts are drooping flowers
    And sulking, silent birds.

    Yet come, dark thunderstorms,
    And brood your heavy hours;
    For when you rain me words,
    My thoughts are dancing flowers
    And joyful singing birds.

    William Henry Davies


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