Rains somewhere missing
Wind brings the heat
The perspiration continues to disturb
Prays to the rains to come early
Where the rains are gone
They used to come in May, June
Here world is worried a lot
I perspire and worry for a sleep
Rains a natural gift, a rule
The rule is gone somewhere
Then the hot summer continues
The drinking water a problem
The poor men thirsts and cries
Give us water, and may rain come
Only we can pray, result in oblivion.
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