WHEN storm clouds in the sky and June showers come down,  
The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow its among the bamboos.
 
Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knows where, and dance upon the grass in wild glee.
 
Mother, I really think the flowers go to school underground.
 
They do their lessons with doors shut, and if they want to come out to play before it is time, their master makes them stand in a corner.
 
When the rains come they h............