WHEN the gentle sky sobs her tears,
You paint your bow and calm her down;
When some distant flower has lost all cheer,
You spray your colors and remove her frown.
Your inverted smile on heaven’s face
Reflects on earth with boundless grace;
We’re filled with bliss, with hopes of tomorrow,
When on the sky, we behold your rainbow.
You beam your arc over sunshine and rain,
And pass sunny pleasure through the prism of pain.
See, little children, they jump and dance
When they see rain notes on your colored staff.