Up high, in that sky
There are clouds that cry,
Roars that shriek
And emotions that change.

Droplets that mourn,
Light and sound shall rage
Darkness which is accursed
You will see sorrow at first

The clouds and sky will turn dim,
The skylight will grow thin
Finally a tear! drops from one
And the rest from everyone.

Raindrops can be vibrant, subtle or pale
Stories that show us, it’s more than just a tale
Secondly you will see an increasing hue
But only so little and few

Lastly you will see
A beautiful color of sky-blue and purity
Melancholic as it seems
The sky with rainbows is now filled with dreams.