The Ballad of Sun and Rain

And there she comes, teaming with life

Sometimes serine, sometimes hailstorm

And there she stays, bucketing down

World drenching with water, covered with smog

The clouds are so white

As if it is filled with pulvil

First gets angry, then cries like a pupil

The sky is cold, dark and dreamy

Then rains, and never gets weary

The sky is crying, but the water is pure

Its voice is loud, and its throat is sore

The sun ask’s ‘why so much tears?’

And then ask’s “why so serious?”

I only made fun of you

But not everything is true

The world needs tears, said the clouds

Life is like me 

Sometimes blooming, and sometimes glooming

Sometimes giving spectrum, sometimes feeling ombrophobic

The clouds, taking a dramatic exit, lefts

The sun is confused, what to say

As the clouds never got back to what to actually say

The sun is vexed, also feeling rhetoric

As he never goes to know why the clouds were being so dramatic

And there he comes, thinking of an approach

To make up with cloud and rain on the topic god knows…………..