They sky is gray, the air is cold,
the clouds are quarreling,
a fight breaks out.
The rain starts falling,
the wind starts howling,
but I doesn't bother me,
I run out in the storm.
I dance and I sing,
I sink my feet in the mud.
And with my clothes sopping wet,
I return to my home,
sit close to the fire,
and wait for the rain to return.