My sky is bright and all is clear,
The world to me will always be dear,
But then I see a darkened cloud,
And thunder that shakes the world, so loud!
I wish to see brand new things,
That only rain could ever bring,
My sky might darken with the mist,
That Spring will bring with a twist;
The winds, the rain, the frigid air,
But new flowers grow, so I do not care.
My sky has darkened, oh this mighty cloud,
With thunder that rumbles oh so loud!
All may seem lost and dire,
But soon big flowers will grow with desire.