Afternoon showers in mid summer were in blissful swing,
Nature's setting of a scene, a sweet romantic thing.
We sit in our abodes in our long and narrow lanes,
Watching the rain dash against our window panes.
Relief now from the scorching sun, tears from above,
We run out into the deluge, such wet coolness we love.
Our neighbors we hardly see, join us in a rain dance,
Rejuvenated with each soaking minute we wildly prance.
Warm sensations of pure love has piqued our souls,
Neighbors now hand in hand dance on muddy soles.
Strangers have come together, all delight, no fancy dressings,
All crops are saved with this gift from above, sweet blessings.
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