Rainy days are a fairy tale,
For I see trees are men
The day turns dark and pale
Like the angel in white, I see clouds are women.
The trees with its arm, waves,
The cradled cloud strikes a look
Path to love, the wind paves
Rain stops for them to hook.
The curly haired angel floats down
The elegant man stretches his arm
A knitting hug to keep 'em warm
The wind looks them with a puzzled frown.
The clouds as mist mingles with the trees
For not less they see them on cloud nine
The trees holding to roots bends his knees
Longing to make the love shine.
Sun rises again from the east
For the love bloomed goes in vain
As they see the sun has committed a hiest
The blessing from above comes again as rain.
The love from above showers again as rain..!
