Runnels run criss-crossed
Across the flat lands of my countryside
Monsoon begins to show up
When intermittent rain falls
And makes wet the plains far and wide
Sunlight groom the flowers
As clouds recede to a corner of the sky
Above and around tall grasses
Sprinkling colored dusts from
Their small wings butterflies start to fly
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