Rumbles have started growing louder. 
Now there appear bright flashes across the sky; 
Filled with glee, thundering sadistically. 
I admit they appear absolutely splendid to me.
Blue, white, dull grey and yellow.
No one ever says that's a great colour combo.
But is there a sight prettier than the grey clouds
Trying to cover the tints of soft crimson,
That sparkle throughout the infinitude,
Upon emerging from the yellow evening sun.
Then there appear patches of blue somewhere,
And look how longingly they make everyone stare...
Stare at nothing but their tranquil beauty,
That fills every corner of it as water fills the sea.
Aren't we earthlings strange?
We keep looking for the greatest artist ever.
I feel no greater artist there exists,
Than our very own nature.