My mind has thunderstorms, <br />That brood for heavy hours: <br />Until they rain me words, <br />My thoughts are drooping flowers <br />And sulking, silent birds. <br /> <br />Yet come, dark thunderstorms, <br />And brood your heavy hours; <br />For when you rain me words, <br />My thoughts are dancing flowers <br />And joyful singing birds.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thunderstorms/
