Grief is the summer sun raining fire -
A fiery scourge that scorches body and mind -
In silence bides her time, beyond the pyre,
A joyous rebirth, under Monsoon's wind.
Though pain be wrought in summer's haughty heart,
The promise of rain is scripted in its part.
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