Happiness is under an umbrella
Keeping nice and dry
While walking through the rain
And watching the heavens cry
Sometimes the world gets dry and dusty
And also just a little bit musty
So to work the angels will go
To give the world a stunning glow
Everything smells sweet and all is wet
The hue of the clouds, soft grays and violet
The stars start to flicker and softly shine
The world all around, heavenly divine