The sun is shining
The clouds float over
And then the rain comes.
She cools the land down
She fills up the ponds and creeks
She waters the grasses and trees
And she starts to tell her stories
by singing, and playing piano on the roofs.
The wind goes by
listens, whistles and together
plays the flute softly.
The storm joins the concert
starts to play his drum,
and makes clumsy sounds.
