The sombre sky opened its wardrobe

To drape itself in a deep dark gray

Clouds stood profoundly pregnant

With dense tears of an arid land

A sweet melancholy drifted in disguise

As the wistful wind pierced a reed

In a state so ruffled a timid sparrow

Beckoned her beau before the pour

Rumbling from far with the fear of fall

A pretty little violet missed a beat

Antsy mind in a fidgety figure

Lone she gazed with a thousand prayers

Trickled down the tender drop

To lift the thick and morbid air

A potion to heal the scorching sore

Soothing the spasms of the soul

Then she danced with joy and grace

Till the earth let open its heart

Out came the fragrance, cool and pure

All fresh and free, so full of love

Sprinkling glee in sour solitude

Spreading hope of happy days

Alongst the pleasant petrichor

Came his scent so sweet and dear

All blues shall pass with the colorless spell

To light up the life with bright sunshine !