Today a gentle breeze swept over a warm contented earth,
Tossing fluffy clouds in a teasing kind of mirth
Indeed before the sun had sunk, thunder roared and surged
The entire Heavens parted from whence a storm emerged
Wrapped in sheer perplexity, I gazed and dared compare,
We people living way down here with the Heavens way up there
Do we not sometimes feel gay and shine just like the sun?
But worry over nothing seems to storm out all our fun?
Then we act just like a cloud burst and slowly we endow,
To tell the world in general that the rain is over now.
Forgive a silly contrast without a single link
For this is merely something of which a fool would think.