May be the sky is sad so,
Since it is letting the world know,
Of its gloom through the raindrops,
Falling like arrows.
It is raining on and on,
As if an era of rain is born,
Flood is about to appear,
Like a hidden tiger.
Those in love wish for the rain,
Not to return its home again,
Loss of homes the poor can scarcely tolerate,
Excessive rain they hate.
Yet under the law of nature,
Helpless we all are,
Even the earth unable does appear,
To take in such amount of water.
O rain! when will you stop?
Asks each unguarded crop,
Have mercy on us,
Please stop this curse.
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