Birds sing the joy of the summer sky
Winds drift across fields of emerald grass
Verdant trees sway as squirrels frolick through the leaves

Clouds gather, black ink stains across a blue canvas.
All around, twilight falls over the forest floor.
Silence comes, as the birds flee to nest,
Sensing what is to come.

Thunder breaks the silence.
once, twice, three times.
Jagged knives rip the sky into pieces with booming echoes.
The twilight is noon-time for a brief moment.

Rain begins to fall, massive jewels sparkling
With the light of the skies' fury,
Soaking everything it can touch with the tears from above.

Finally a last azure bolt awakens the forest, and the rain ends as suddenly as it began.
The clouds break.  The sky returns to its sapphire glory
Birds sing hymns of joy.