I bring random showers
for the thirsty flowers
From the seas and the streams
In their noon daydreams.
I bear a cooler shade
For the leaves when laid
My cloudy state was shaken
The dew drops have awakened.
The sweetest buds, every one
As she basked in the morning sun
Cascading on the plains and under
I dissolved into rain
and once again
giggled as I passed in thunder.
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