Oh, yes, i do love the sun on a bright, sunny day -
for its warmth and its cheerful countenance...
for white clouds would be sailing gaily in the blue sky -
and my colourful daisies and lovely roses would be dancing, too...
But when dark clouds start forming in the sky -
obscuring the warmth and the sunny rays of the sun...
my heart is never sad to see the change -
for i love to hear the sound of raindrops, too...
I love to see my gay little daisies smiling so sweetly -
and my gentle roses stretching out their demure hands...
to drink in the honey juices dropping from the gray sky -
and catching the shiny crystals in their dainty palms...
Oh, yes, i love the rain clouds and i love it when it rains -
for rain clouds remind me of my love: like a furious storm...
and rainy days tell of a love story: happy frogs frolicking around -
and of lovers strolling in the park: smiling happily back at each other...
So, give me the gentle hues of a sunrise or the fiery colours at sunset -
or the cumulous rain clouds and the sound of raindrops on my roof...
I'll gladly love them both.
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