When the sun doesn't appear,
The sky looks dull and drear,
Which makes my eyesight blear.
Then the thunder comes near,
Which deafens my ear,
Making me unable to hear.
Then the clouds are clear,
So gone is my dread and fear.
I hold up my spear,
To salute my dear,
With grateful tear,
My clothes to smear.

　　老海的fun詩，愈寫愈有情致。