April Came Over The House Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

It quickly became so dark
in the morning, at half past ten,
too little light for reading
and suddenly knocks the rain,
the windows themselves tremble,
and withstand brave
the strong wind in the hunt,
on his long journeys.

The patter is even stronger,
is loud and louder,
my goose-pimples grow big,
frightened by loud banging
among the hail mixed
the panes blind with noise and wind
the words remain silent,
as they are not to be understood.

So loud it was never,
the own memory is broke,
the drums do not stop
the fears lie awake,
through a window corner
catches a glimpse on to the outside
obliquely draws hail
the world from the wind in the whistling.

It skips the hail with joy
zigzagged on the ledge,
no sky is to be seen,
it laughs loudly hail thee now,
collects in the gutter
the wind the prey,
designed as tidal creeks,
from the rain lakes.

In steep angle wipes hail
the colors just go away,
as granular powdered sugar
He covered every way
in the shade, he paints,
with wind power an image
with flow lines, as in watts,
hail of wild areas.

Suddenly silence,
no wind -
Light breaks through,
the sky is clearing,
the clouds move fast,
strongly is the calm,
the haunting is over quickly,
the image incredibly tender.

Contrast is
by many sunspots,
the silence trembles,
the ground is covered,
grained ice,
the rain makes his bed,
the soil is living,
Spring is awakened.

The sun is shining,
the sky is blue,
the birds are chirping again,
they fly on,
they go home,
the landscape flickers lukewarm
April came over the house
and sings us his songs.

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Floy Dy Ra,04/14/2014