The
farmers woes
The
crops slowly withered
No
rain to sustain the crops
The
ponds going on strike
The
long dry spell
The
hottest days ahead
The
haze makes it worst
The
farmers pray for rain
The
sky is brushing white
The
heat and dust causing health issues
The
farmers only shake their heads
They
prepare for the worst
Today
the thunder roars
In
the sky darkened clouds
There
is no rain on the lowlands
Maybe
it is painting on the mountain
In
the evening fall
The
feel of the cooling breezes
The
farmers wish for rain
Maybe
tomorrow they pray
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