Wintry Wind twirls in the sky
With a skirt of swirling leaves
Grey-bearded Cloud lumbers beside
Tears falling as he grieves

He mourns the loss of Sunshine’s light
Among his once light step
From his dark path, those rays take flight
With a glorious pirouette

Wind carries his tears to land
Upon dry, barren Ground
Parched Ground extends a thankful hand
New life will soon abound

Soon sorrow’s load is lightened
Cloud lifts his weary head
The day begins to brighten
Lady Wind returns to bed

Old Man Cloud, now white as snow
Smiles joyfully back at Sun
Ground flourishes down below
New life has just begun

Cloud does not wear silver clothes
He’s either light or dark
But there’s hope in both of those
‘Sun’s rays’ or ‘Rainbow’s arc’