great ball of fire hidesin the dusky clouds of june the earth robbed of its gentle share of warmth and sunshine.

the rain comes down like a warlord unleashing his terror upon a meek empire submissive to the dark power.

canals overflow like hearts brimming with love, forming seas of water in the puddled roads through which sail tiny boats of hope.

trees sway and bow down to reverent earth below rather that the father above who send them droplets of nectar.

a joyous feeling 'tis for me underneath my umbrella, to stand cold and numb while the sky cries out all its miseries to replenish itself for a new year ahead.