For the better part
I would not know rain
or clouds or storm
but it seems you live by them.

I am a simple man
who laughs at flowers
and dance with butterflies.

Clouds are not my thing
I fail to understand
I fail to comprehend
as you see them.

Yes, if you do want to
tell about it,
tell of the pregnant mother
who bears life
with a crying thunder
Then I will talk

Why? why do you take them
literally, take them for granted
and fiddle with their emotions
in the wrong way.

Come out of your prison
and think a little different
you will see, your world
of storms fade away
by the blinding radiance
of the rainbow.