The
dark clouds
Hovering
for hours
Rain
or never?
It
seems ages
The
night market sellers
They
dare not put up tents
Afraid
the crying will fall
They
too wait and see
The
food sellers
They
pitched up tents
Some
used vans
Open
up for business
The
food business is good
The
people come and buy it up
Before
nightfall most food sellers go home
The
crowd gather as the night falls
The
dark clouds disappear
Rain
never show its face
Maybe
it rains on the mountain
The
range full of trees
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