So Glad Am I, Glad Is the Sky

So Glad am I; Glad is the Sky So glad is the sky today -- The brigades of breezy-spells Are on loose. The wind is witching out Of the dry pallor, And giving away to a 'feel' Grinding in the Onomatapoeia. A chill-clad nature, Howling out to me, And to you. So glad is the sky It's raining now; It's raining hard. At your return - Returns the rain, Retires the summer sun. Glad is the sky -- Sending forth the brigades of wind-spells To shake 'your' conscience. I am awake, so. Keeping my vigil; Heard of onomatpioea; Hailing your turn From the open balcony, soaked by the gust of that 'feel'.