On rainy days  , it calls me  to a  spree
to probe its mystic ,  bubble  for a while.
I   tread through clouds and climb the rainbow tree  
and down again the other end in style.

 The carefree wind  outside  the door  ajar
awakes the owls above  the old oak  leaves
with  echoes  of  a chorus from afar .
It  wafts to me a melody  , Green Sleeves .

 The rainbow  sends me fond refrains  of old
from sky of azure , cute  songs of   ding-dong.
Its presence there most   wondrous to behold.
Enthralled,  I watch it , wellspring of  a song .