Droplets of water fall graciously down the skies
And all of the students will think of suspensions of classes
Those little bags of waters hit the ground and smashes like glasses
Pieces of it embraces the cold pavements creating puddles

Lightning ran across the cloud like human veins
Giving life to the dead and dark clouds
Thunders roared like the orchestra playing a vigorous melody
Leaving a shock to the ears of the mortals

I bet God is the greatest artist that never signs his works
Its hands left it there to be used by everyone
Though some of the abuses is masterpiece
God is generous and understanding
Because not all people were given the sense of art
Nor a great understanding with things,
So its hands take his brushes and paint it again,
creating a new piece of his changing canvas