The summer heat is throwing its spears
In the noonday time,
Everyone begs cloud's tears
To drop on ground as rhyme.
The seasonal wind is blowing around
With moisture in her wings,
The grasses turn yellow in ground
Waiting for downpour in dreams.
Rain! Oh rain! Please drop down
We are waiting for thee,
Earth will turn green from brown
Leaves will shine on tree.
In the noonday time,
Everyone begs cloud's tears
To drop on ground as rhyme.
The seasonal wind is blowing around
With moisture in her wings,
The grasses turn yellow in ground
Waiting for downpour in dreams.
Rain! Oh rain! Please drop down
We are waiting for thee,
Earth will turn green from brown
Leaves will shine on tree.
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