Today when the world turned grey,
And cried the sorrows of yesterday.
The spirit of earth lifted in song,
Rejoiced to the rhythm of pattering drops.
The trees were exalted and gay,
Having not felt love in summer days.
With the wind, their nomadic friend,
And the rain, showering kisses from heavens above.
The wind she finally got her say,
Long been silenced by sunny rays.
She rose and fell with fiesty laughs
And rejoiced thunders awoken from it's yearly nap.
The artists, they sat at their windows
Lost at the hues of painful delight.
How poignant the world when she weeps
How sullen and what a splendid sight.