Blooming the flowers and polishing the leaves,
Styled the waves like they're old calligraphies.
Could be cloud's tears of glee and not just rain
Those picturing water cycles will call me insane.
I'll just wink smiling away and revel in my curd
Like those children playing in that whacky wet mud.
Here I'm prancing on the melody of tarantella,
Smirking at two lovers hiding under one umbrella.
Well, I'll get my apple pie and oh that coffee stain
So much to finish within this small rain.
