When the rain comes by again
i hope to see thunder
but even if it does show up
you'd better not blink for you'd miss it
How i wish for the rainbow
when it's just the piercing, magnificent sun,
from which i shield myself
unless i wish to burn
It is but the sight of you
That makes the seasons change rapidly
And even if i try to balance them out
It would take one glance from you
for it to crumble into pieces
*Also if this could improve in anyway please let me know