I walk upon a hillside that dips into the sea

And look toward the sun shining brightly over me.

The clouds are floating in the air, playing in the sky,

Like two angels sweeping down from the big hillside.

The sun is dimming slowly in the light of day

While bright and cute angels drive the white clouds away.

The clouds that were friendly have now become cold,

Hiding the sunlight in their many mysterious folds.

Those pasty white cotton balls

Float in the sky and

Dance like the dancers

Tiptoeing by.

A gentle blowing wind

Sweeps across my face

And tinny rain falls down on my head.

I’d love it if it rained every single day.