Once came a rain,
Removing all the pain.
When the land was dry
People started to cry,
Then came the rain
Removing all the pain.
Swift and steady came the rain,
The people are happy,
Without any strain.
Now it is raining even more
People in fear start to roar,
And once again the land is destroyed.
The land was dry,
People started to cry,
Now the land is wet,
And the farmers are in debt.
You cannot predict what's gonna happen.
Because that's the beauty of the rain.
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