oh, look at the sky
its natures pretty bow
infact its a rainbow
blue clouds have veiled her face
they appears like blue bells
nature is roaring as thunders
its her reply to our blunders

oh, goodness, rain is hardening
rills and runnels overflow with nature's elixir
my blue bells are shrinking
murky clouds wrapped her as a shroud
it is the last nail on to her coffin

each and every time it rains
i see them smiling and fading
and smashed into smithreens
but they are pure as mother's milk