Dry streets pleading for cold moisture
To give them what they longed for
Nature cries out in thirst and desperation
When will they ever grow and be brought back to life
Living things on Earth have given up hope
Their spirits dropping and tears pour out
So much pain in one's eyes
Why is so much pain brought to their heart
The end will no longer arrive on the worst days
Clouds gather and a shower begins
Finally the rain has fallen from the sky
Peace and harmony will come when the sun shines again
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