Without passing clouds, There will be no rains At all anytime... Thirsty lands want those Pretty rains just to be... We expect them to come Just to fill up all those Creeks and those rains... We love them to come to us Simply because they're needed... Water is needed and It comes from those clouds That bring life to us... ______________________________________________________________________
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