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.