I Love It When

I love it when painted skies Look like oven-ready pies When clouds like lambswool Slowly but surely vaporise. I love waiting for a rainbow What an excitement Brimming over like a volcano To see all those colours vibrant. I love it when the rain stops When raindrops fall plip plop When dancing clouds spin & roll And thunder growls atop. I love it when pavements steam And the evening skies sapphire Sparkles with a starry dream I lose my pathos mixed with satire. I love that taste of freshness As though the world has been Cleaned and has no penance And every surface got sheen.