Morning wept;
Started early, while we slept.Rhythmically on the rooftops thrumming,
Like a thousand drummers drumming,
It belted down and kept on coming,
With roads and gutters all rainswept,
Morning wept.
Midday roared;
Like raucous revellers in a horde.Like wakeful midnight babies roar,
Like wild waves lambaste the shore,
Like an audience yells for more,
The dustbin lids all skyward soared,
Midday roared.
Evening smiled;
Through pale skies, watery-eyed and mild.Not flamboyantly, like June,
Not brashly, like an August noon,
But soft, like a half-remembered tune,
And shyly, like a timid child,
Evening smiled.
