rain....
miss you after the long draught
HE pour from the cloud
kids play in the wet ground
peasent laugh out loud
rain....
if the flooding come
HE is not welcome
because our greedy
cutting logging freely
rain....
forested my hills
jail officials behind the bar
who back up mischief
rain....
miss my childhood
green hills thick woods
my motherland
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