William Henry Davies

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

Thunderstorms - Poem by William Henry Davies

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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  • Rookie Daphne Grant (3/21/2006 2:57:00 PM)

    After the rain the sun, as tis with moods. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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