The thoughts are burning in the brain
I see the tree... It's old.
The birds are suffering in rain
With fear of getting cold.
They're sitting closely in the nest
No powers are for singing.
The wind hurts hardly in the chests
With dreadful, dizzy tingling.
The rain's destroying their dreams
Of singing high in sky.
Raindrops are falling. And it seems
To rain until the night.
The morning also must be wet...
The chocolate can encourage.
The clouds go close. The Sun can't get
Through them to give us courage....
Dreadful Rain
© Copyright: Эвелин Флоримель, 2011
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