THUNDERSTORMS

                                                 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.

                                        WILLIAM HENRY  DAVIES