you who are the like sun,
burns and consumes me,
in every beautiful way.

you who are the rain,
sounds so melodious to me,
beautiful by the end of the day,
like the seven colours,
with two ends of supposingly gold.

you who are the wind,
******* off my feet,
and to sweep me off my thoughts.

you who are the mist,
blinds me,
blurred my surrounding,
and I to surrender to you.

you who are the weather,
unpredictable,
yet I can't seem to not anticipate
the presence of you.