The skies are smiling, the crowd is grimacing,
sun is shining, people hiding,
the skies are dark, life is stark,
rain comes down, life is found.
It works this way,
it is reverse this way because,
here, the storm clouds bring safety,
and the sun shines brings doom,
looming in the sky,
when it drops, the people run, one by one,
and the streets are free of voices, free for the burning grass to roll.
singed leaves leave the trees, each imprinted with a crimson drop.