Enter the rain, away the pain.
The aridity has flew, water won't be few.
Gone the drought, with the dried thought.
Clouds're parading, bring cheers within.
Saying bye to dry, and hello to water.
No dried field to cry, no tears to flow over.
As with clouds and rains, something followed.
Unpredictable he comes, he is ready anytime.
As he wait for full moon.
For his brothers to join soon.
Time is striking.
And he's still lurking.
For the right time to come.
So his job can begin.
He is no bad, no good
He is flood.
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