A dramatic symphony,
Echoes from billowing clouds above,
The marble sky glows with golden warmth,
At times even the orb is concealed,
Gusts of wind fly past,
Like driving a car with the windows down,
White flashes illuminate brief moments,
This marks the beginning.

As diamonds descend from above,
I turn upwards smiling,
The cold weather relieving a tropical heatwave,
The water replenishing parched soil,
The blessings replenishing parched souls.