Some call it the rain,
others think it's insane
when days comes and goes in vain
but your crops did gain
Your party dress soaked,
your corn field grows.
Damages untold...
Lands erode
Farmers rejoice
children enjoy the noise
Cities cry
when they see the very dark sky
The gains and the pains of the rain
flows in the same vein.
as we can't detain
the pain...from the gain
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