Clouds are moving
After the changing of colour
Silver, blue to brownish black
At this point there's no option
The heaven must be open
Dam must be released
Waters must roll out
Beginning with the droplets
Then growing thick as daddy's thumb
Satisfying the hunger of thirsty ground
Bringing out the melodies in plants
Making the earth fill with joy and
The people fill with praises
Even the thunder with his off pitched harmony
All making a joyful melodies
To the Almighty that shower His blessing.
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