Lonely in storm
Giant hailstones rolling down the verdant hills Into the little brook in the grassy fields, Both originating from the same silver sky; What a beautiful treat it must be to the eye! But oh! My little friends must be trembling and cold! The storm left them thoroughly drenched, I was told. None to caress their coat, lone, aimlessly they roam. Oh! How I wish I was with them at home!