Across the southern horizon
Dark-like nimbus clouds reigns
Making a dark night shadow out of day
Uh! What a relief
A century old dryness we lived in
But, there wasn’t a single drop.
Across the Northern Cross horizon
Light and high-liked cirro-cumulus
Sort of clouds conquers
A bright light and hot area out of a normal day.
A single land lives the two
Like two jungle kings
Who’s gonna win
Rain or dryness?
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