Looking down at the city Through the rainstorm I don't see What I did before Dark clouds hang over me Raindrops fall on my glasses The wind snaps branches of trees Mud dirties the grasses See swifts glide through the sky Snatching fleeing bugs The sun trying to breaks through darkness, rises high Light and dark, sharing a hug? The ground is wet Worms come out Robins will follow I bet And young plants will sprout