The rain cloud.
Rain come early this year.
After rain covered my farm.
Waiting for harvest.
It's rained for hours.
The sweet water melon.
The fresh cucumber.
And fragrance rices plant.
All these was waiting to be my dish.
Farm is my dish.
farm for start out on my trip.
After a long-long way.
Hasn't drizzle.
It's heartbreaker.
Grenn my farm always to be.
Couse always follow where the rainfall.....
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