The rain pelts the ground, not giving ease,
As the citizens run, falling on their knees,
Watching the small movements, I watch from above,
Sitting upon my place is what I love,
I sit there, my clothes soaked,
My soul drenched,
Walking through the flooding streets,
Hands in pockets, I walk enduring heavy sleet,
My dreary eyes veer to the right,
And I see one person giving a fight,
A weather lady stood there, wearing a smile,
There didn't seem to be anyone with her, just her and her style,
And so she drew her breath, and began to say,
And as she said it, there was no delay,
"Do not worry, be at ease,
For the Sun will rise, with a gentle breeze"
As the citizens run, falling on their knees,
Watching the small movements, I watch from above,
Sitting upon my place is what I love,
I sit there, my clothes soaked,
My soul drenched,
Walking through the flooding streets,
Hands in pockets, I walk enduring heavy sleet,
My dreary eyes veer to the right,
And I see one person giving a fight,
A weather lady stood there, wearing a smile,
There didn't seem to be anyone with her, just her and her style,
And so she drew her breath, and began to say,
And as she said it, there was no delay,
"Do not worry, be at ease,
For the Sun will rise, with a gentle breeze"
