A Spoken poem, speak it out loud, do not sing it, and you will know of the Lore of the Lord of Monsoon.
Nedbør
The night crept in suddenly,
Ere we knew, the Sun was veiled.
The horde arrived with the wind,
With a clamor of lightening.
I know who you are,
Nedbør.
You come from far.
Afar you were born,
Nedbør.
Hither you reborn.
The rain fell ruffianly,
Ere warning the clouds wailed.
The lightening struck us blind,
While Nedbør marched blazoning.
I know you come,
Nedbør.
You come from far.
Afar you come from,
Nedbør.
Hither you storm.
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