Text original - Anglès - THE STORMY NIGHT

The setting sun smiles sweetly on its perch in the sky.
The world lets out a quiet, lazy sigh.
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye,
Dark clouds begin gathering somewhere nearby.

With a sharp, shrill trill from the air,
And a rustle from the rest
Every creature is sent scurrying to its nest,
Hoping for the best.

Soon the tempest arrives,
Bringing the glittering pitter-patter of rain.
No living noise survives;
No need to explain.