Dove grey clouds I see,
I hear them grumble and roar
Tingling with intense glee,
I wait for the rain to pour
The air is bleak and smells of rain,
The rain, I can sense in my veins
Darker a shade the clouds attain,
And then in the wink of an eye, it rains
It comes down with a mighty cry
Soaking the hot, dusty earth
Not a single tree is left dry
To a new world, the storm has given birth
Lightning brightens the sombre sky
With a golden violet spark
I shield my ears, in my bed I lie,
Hearkening to the thunder hound bark
In the midst of the lovely summer rain,
Into a sweet smile, my lips gently curl
I bid my farewell and with pain,
Hasten back to the hurrying world