Furious sun at its peek
Hot winds drying its seek
Vegetation agonies to perish
For there’s no water to play n cherish
As all bad times comes to an end
Sheets of black clouds nosed from the sky’s
bend
Within minutes to spare
It left no space bare
Peacocks danced in delight
Ducklings quacked in fright
As thunder n’ lightening witnessed
Pouring rains confessed
The climate became excitingly lull
And the streams strayed full
There was no more penury
But it was a state of luxury
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