Rare as erratic November rain,
With messages in a rainbow to drain,
You appear on the clear blue sky,
With sunny showers, hard to descry;

Rare as a dancing pegasus unicorn,
With confessions of a lovelorn,
You appear on the starry night sky,
On a winged horse, partly to mystify;

Rare as gold dust in midair,
With voiceless words to declare
You appear on the summery blue sky
With scattered clouds, quick to cry;

Rare as a bevy of beauties,
Wearing fine large diamonds and rubies,
You appear on the November sky
And disappear before I can reply.