William Henry Davies

(3 July 1871 – 26 September 1940 / Monmouthshire / Wales)

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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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