Beneath yellow skies
Sketching with such keen eyes
Such a shame that the solemn painter
Didn't notice the clouds behind her
Clouds rolling furiously
Deep from the west
Rain suddenly scampering
Just like a pest
Droplets now smothering her
And her he template
She tries to hide it from more
But its too late
Searching with those eyes
Waiting for yellow skies
Such a shame that the solemn painter
Didn't notice the clouds behind her
The dye is blurred
But the sky will return