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Somewhere is a blue sky,

Somewhere rain with clouds. Does shine

Somewhere the Sun. Somewhere it snows,

Somewhere fog, or storm, or frost is.

How many kinds the weather does have

It’s beautiful, sometimes is fell.

But every kind is teaching the people,

How must they live on earth and be useful.

Sometimes ones doesn’t understand

What the weather tells again. What the wood

Does speak about the rustle of foliage,

And what is saying the rain to oblige?

I never hearken the weather,

Or maybe I’m the hearer not clever.

Or nobody had taught me

How to understand the weather free.

I can it ask, who’s sending the wind,

Who is sending thunder and lightning,

Who lights up the stars in black sky,

When there is on my earth night?!

Perhaps somewhere is someone

Whom can’t I see, – invisible one.

Some time I’ll his footprints find?