Lightly it begins to drip.
With many delighted and anticipating it.
Then it pours upon others who get wet.
Drenched some become to experience regret.
Only farmers awaiting for the promise of rain,
Hope the doing fill the wallets in their pockets.
While those still pinching pennies to feed themselves,
Are told to stay patient as they pay for the drought.
As the economics of it are explained to keep maintained,
No matter what the season but the reasons are sustained.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem