The once lively day turned utterly silent.
As clouds crept in, the earth kept quiet.

For a brief moment, movement ceased;
It seemed as life did not exist.

Then, with a distant, rumbling sound,
Water, softly, dropped to the ground,

And the soft pitter-patter of the falling rain
Painted the asphalt black again.

Thus, spring had finally gone,
And the summertime was, once again, reborn.