Look, how the hills are all purple behind us;
See, how the sky is all gloomy and black,
Francis and Willy, indeed you must mind us,
Rain is still falling—this moment come back.
Yes, on that side the bright sun is now shining,
Tinting the tops of the trees with its glow:
Raindrops and sunbeams, their splendours combining,
Colour the beautiful rainbow, you know.
Do you not hear how the heavy drops clatter
On the broad branches that cover us now?