I would daily ask the rain to come again,
And in my heart hold a campaign.
Because the rain wouldn’t really come,
Leaving me all sad and glum.
One day when I was expecting it the least,
I was in for an astonishing feast.
The rain-God maybe felt pity for me,
When in my verandah I was drinking some tea.
Suddenly the wind picked up,
And the sky darkened like a wolf’s pup.
The heavens then started pouring,
And my spirit was sent soaring.
In my heart I thanked the rain-God,
While kids in the rain started to plod.
I took a deep breath to celebrate.
The wet earth’s fragrance in my fate.