The sun came out,
And shone up above,
It made this drout,
Feel like a peacful dove.
The clouds went away,
And they left the sky,
They're gone today,
They're not up high.
Then the corn grew,
And the beans did sprout,
They just stared at you,
In this darn, dang drout.
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I would like to translate this poem
nice words, lovely poem...keep it up