the earth has been on a very
long dry spell
the grasses wilted and the
trees shed off all its leaves
the buffaloes had long taken
their new places far away from here
and then one morning when they all
least expect it
for they are still expecting more
sunny days and scorching noons
the clouds come united as one
black force in the blue sky
heavy soon the clouds break into rain
the villagers give themselves for some
tears of joy
the rain pours and the children play
bathing and running and cheering
such is the summer i had in the village of the poorest
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