The cloud are formed
With thundering sounds
The sun light is gone
But frog dance in their dirty ponds
The blind wait for a drop
While children run for shelter
The markets will scatter
It starts from down top
It first dropp make farmers smile
Some people will have to run more than a mile
It causes more good than harm
It can’t be stopped by men and their charms
The wind its friend
Sometimes bring disastrous end
With joy we call for it
The pain that come with it
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