When the rains come in India,
The breeze is cool, the skies are dark,
Lightning illuminates the sky,
As thunder is heard afar.
When the rains come in India,
Children start to appear on streets,
Fleets of paper boats appear,
Before the water them tears.
When the rains come in India,
Crowds of people rejoice,
Letting the droplets fall on them,
Wetting clothes and hems.
Some are happy, some are sad,
When the rains come in India.
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I would like to translate this poem
Very true 👌