There will be joy all around
A piece dark cloud has appeared
Across the sky making a feeble sound
After summer is it the time
For monsoon rain to pour down
Along with trees it will sing and chime
Rain water will flow fast
Across plains, dales and drains
And falls in to a stream or river at last
Watching it gives joy pure
Raindrops falling from the sky
In strings and making runnels on floor
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