After a season of heat and dust,
When the sun looked hard on us,
The first rain took us unawares
Like a thief in the night.
The roof of our houses cheered loudly.
The king of the wet season is here!
On the chariot of wind,
It roared mightily.
The tyranny of heat is over,
Or so we hope.
But will our comfort in your coming last?
The elements compete to outdo one another.
Please! Not another season of madness.
May your reign be peaceful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem