It has rained through the day
It has rained through the night
Throwing the rivers to rage
Crabs, fishes and frogs to craze
It has spread oil on the walkers’ way
Harder made the laborer’s fight
First drops were tender caress
Now they feel like cruel slaps
The leaves first danced to rejoice
Now they cower with crying voice
The clouds stare down to oppress
With tearing, torturing thunder claps
At the open umbrellas the wind roars
And leaks tease the buttoned raincoats
Given free bath to trucks and trains
Multiplied the hut dweller’s pains
On the roofs unwelcome blessing pours
To sail over there aren’t any boats
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