Silver sparkling droplets fall
to cloak the earth in a watery shawl;
piercing the clouds doth the warming sun
so in anticipation, I await your beauty come.
Reaching high, I watch you rise
into nimbostratus skies,
as envious eyes follow your path,
returning to earth in a circle's half.
Such colour is never as intensified
as the spectrum roundly stratified.
But why so short your glorious stay?
Could you not but wait a while today?
Until the conflict for command is won;
victoriously persist then, either rain or sun.