Amidst the cool dusky night,
Streaked by the silence of blues and blacks...
Stood the cheerful pregnant clouds,
Ready to deliver the showers of life...
Waiting in glorious anticipation...
To admire the beauty she created...
Comes a bolt of lightening...
And she lets out a thunderous cry!
With pride she lets her child,
Descend to the lushy lands,
Bringing down cheer and joy,
To the embracing hands...
As soon as she is rested on earth,
She whimpers and looks up...
At her sparkling mother...
Crying uncontrollably with happy tears...
"I will be up here...
Watching you all day and night...
Sprinkling love and giving life...
And painting this colourful place into heaven..."
I promise to be back again,
Dear infant rain...
With more joy to shower...
