Thunderstorms Poem by William Henry Davies
Thunderstorms
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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.
Friday, January 3, 2003
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5/4/2024 4:41:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
After the rain the sun, as tis with moods.