A rainbow appeared, divided the sky,
Shoved clouds and storms into a tunnel —
They now look like an exterior,
Instead of watering cans and ceilings.

We finally have sun and light,
Fresh air, ozone.
But again in a week we wait for rain,
For the season is too hot.

People always complain,
It is too cold for them, then too warm.
That is why they are not asked
And in the changes they are not marked,
Where paradise is and where hell.