Explore "A Little Window: Storm" by Jean M. Snyder on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
/ When the storm rushes upon the deep woods, / It lets down curtains of mist / And sheets of rain, that drip / Crystal beads among the trees.
Way above, the branches lash and moan / And weave. Below, it is still, / Still as the undersea.
Soft fern and feathery bracken / Loom through the mist / Like branching coral, / And drifting leaves float down / Like snowy fishes, / Lazily moving.