RAINFALL

The sun is bright up in the sky
with all the birds flying high
The sky is peaceful, blue and gay
- it does seem like a perfect day.

Then the clouds come - all soft and nice
coming around in all shapes and size,
seeming so soft and gently flowing by
- bringing the wind that's like heaven's sigh

The wind is blowing, so gentle and cool,
feeling so soft, as though it's wool.
Humming a tune that's almost never heard
- the melody so sweet as though it's by a bird.

But perfect moments just have to end
because one cannot always pretend.
So now it is the time to reflect
- Life, it seems, is not perfect.

And so gray clouds now come drifting.
So dark, cold, and heavy-looking.
There is nothing now in the gray sky
- with no sun there shining high.

There are no birds now singing songs,
but only thunder like a clash of gongs.
The wind that once was cool and gentle
- is now so cold, heavy and cruel.

The heavy clouds roll and clash
floating into each other, they crash.
The time has come for the inevitable.
It is now the time for rain to fall.

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-by meeeh
(just have to get this off my chest so I can focus on my violin..)