I'm not sure which I like better, drom, the French or the English. I did have a bit of a Franglais moment with the words 'balles' and 'balls', although I'm not quite sure what sort of cross-cultural symbolism lies buried in that.

Really beautiful.
Thoughts on a John Prine verse:
"If dreams were lightning, thunder were desire,
this old house would have burnt down a long time ago." -John Prine
A quiet storm unleashes it's wet power
upon a mean-spirited dry earth,
turning dirt to unctous, veangeful mud.
A quiet man hikes through the muck
and stuck, calls upon his dream of peace,
and his desire for release.
The skies open, and sharp bolts tear down the trees,
Thunderous blasts temper the cruel earth with ease,
and so the quiet man walks on home,
comforted now by the raging tempest
that began as a simple, quiet storm.