Sunday’s evenings gathering clouds are lovely.
How many people watch them as a wondering silly?
Who can compete against the mighty heavenly?
Most are grey, but some are still pink,
All together giving me inspiration for an earthly-heavenly link.
It is still showering down, just like me.
Maybe not humans, but plants, grass and earth do see.

Watching the heavens and earth from the eleventh floor,
Happiness, sadness in me, what more can I ask for?
Once again I am praying to the showering sky.
However, I am just what I am; I like to cry!
Nothing to explain to anyone, it is my try.
Mystical views from the top-end of the high-rise tower,
And the earth-kissing sound of the earth loving showers,
Which is giving me inspirational therapy.

Unfortunately the rain is not giving blessing
To those drought-stricken country
Where there is an endless struggle for animals and humans.
Without clouds in the sky no one has any earthly fun.
Streams in my heart towards the ocean start to run,
Showers of London; for me a great fun!

Naturally the rainfall makes me happy
This is my earth-loving and heavenly therapy.
Dullness of life comes and goes away
Am I the only one who strangely loves the rainy day?
The rule of Nature; unloving people must obey!