There's a little breeze through your window
to cool a hard day's work.
While outside clouds full of rain lurk.

As the green of summer dances before the gray sky,
into the wind, the birds try their hardest to fly.

When the rain starts to fall, as light as the clouds look,
different shapes of faces and creatures appear
like those of a stormy book.

Until the morning sun rises, the rain through the
night washes them away, and you return to a harmless new day.

Cm Cisneros