Our beautiful land

Feeling afraid,

as gloomy as thunder,

a rainy day was made.

Sad yet free,

untroubled,

close your eyes and feel glee.

But then the clouds double.

It's getting blustery and bitter.

Trees begin to quiver,

tickling your skin

and everything starts to shiver.

The trees start waking.

as the crying of the clouds starts.

They shed their tears

but then the clouds depart.

Merry and gleeful

everyone comes out.

Now it’s balmy and bubbly,

now we see more sprouts.