An early spring morning <br />Refreshing <br /> Dark clouds hanging heavy <br />With unshed tears <br />Wild swaying branches <br />Bending trees <br />Nests falling <br />Hatchlings dying <br />Natures sacrifice <br />In the howling wind <br />Running feet <br />Thunder <br />Lightning strike <br />Showers from heaven on me <br />soaked to the bone<br /><br />persian khushi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/storm-117/
