The storm clouds gather, A canvas of grey and silver; Nature holds its breath, In the pulse of the winds.
With thunder’s laughter, And a dance of raindrops, The earth wakes up, In the rhythm of life.
- Daniil Kharms
The storm clouds gather, A canvas of grey and silver; Nature holds its breath, In the pulse of the winds.
With thunder’s laughter, And a dance of raindrops, The earth wakes up, In the rhythm of life.