Lovely sky with your palettes of blue
Wispy clouds go by
And your dark night appears
Threat of rain
Earthly grasses excitement refrain
Not to become filled with delight
For the black clouds have turned their bellow
This rain is not for you young blades
Tonight you must hope for cool to create your misty dew
And in the morning when the yellow warmth begins
You can hope once again
The next misty cloud is just for you.