<prompt> Pigeons in Paris - panic and take flight - But still land on a kind hand stretched out - A five-syllable mountain poem - Paris is still here - Rain clouds on roofs swallow the spring sun and mute the flowers - Silhouettes in puddles fragmented by rain drops against a mirrored sky - Then wind slams the glass - Based on the passage above, Could you paraphrase the passage about the rain clouds on roofs and how they impact the flowers and the sky?  <response>: Mawingu ya mvua Paris kufunika jua na kufanya maua utulivu, vidimbwi kutafakari anga na kuonyesha silhouettes kugawanyika, upepo ghafla hits kioo. 