I LIKE a storm at May's beginning, When Spring's first thunder with wild cries, As though in frolic gaily spinning Rumbles all round the pale-blue skies. Then the young thunderbolts are clanging, Rain splashes, up the dust is borne, From dripping boughs bright pearls are hanging, The sunshine gilds the young green corn. Swift torrents rush from their hill fountains, Woods from their depths bird-music pour; Jargon of forests, brawl of the mountains ... All gaily echo the thunder's roar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ETERNITY BLUES by HAYDEN CARRUTH |