I love a storm in early May <br />When springtime's boisterous, firstborn thunder <br />Over the sky will gaily wander <br />And growl and roar as though in play. <br /> <br />A peal, another - gleeful, cheering... <br />Rain, raindust... On the trees, behold!- <br />The drops hang, each a long pearl earring; <br />Bright sunshine paints the thin threads gold. <br /> <br />A stream downhill goes rushing reckless, <br />And in the woods the birds rejoice. <br />Din. Clamour. Noise. All nature echoes <br />The thunder's youthful, merry voice. <br /> <br />You'll say: 'Tis laughing, carefree Hebe - <br />She fed her father's eagle, and <br />The Storm Cup brimming with a seething <br />And bubbling wine dropped from her hand.<br /><br />Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-storm/
