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.
Thunderstorms
William Henry Davies
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Poem topics: dark, mind, silent, joyful, rain, I love you, I miss you, heavy, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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