Fine rain will cool green leaves on trees
In the forenoon and when the sprinkling
Is done, clouds, which job it is to do
These things will drift westward and be

A deep blue heavenly meadow; where
The mild spring sun is a caring shepherd,
Till it is time for its dip in The Baltic Sea.
And innocence’s murmuring vapour, lithe
Leaves the twilight stage for the moon
And stars to do their act and fill the night
With a scent of love and sleeping roses.

That’s what Miss Bella T. Carlson said
And she does the weather forecast on
Swedish Television.