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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.
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Daphne Grant 21 March 2006

After the rain the sun, as tis with moods.

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