After the rain usually you always come
You come with your bright colors
Like a long like are shining on blue sky
Red, yellow, and green that are your light

Your beauty make the inspiration
There are that make you title of songs, name of cake, and other
But now you rarely come
Where are you now?
Rainbow . . .

In the morning you greet us with your light
Light that warms  of the cold morning air
In the day time you are putting your light
Your light like a lamp of the earth
But you do not need electric to power the lamp

In the afternoon your position is starting to down
Minute by minute you finally sink
You gave me a good bye with beautiful view of sunset
As a sign of the night coming soon