The glorious morning
The sun rays burning hot
Drying up the flash floods
A short reprieve until December
A short fresh start
Though the damages of properties done
Many will cry in tears
As they watch their valuables disappear
The morning sun
Bright as lights of the night
It isn't going away yet
Until late evening of the day
The dogs and cats walk away
Sharing a thought sharing a compromise
The rain will not fall until late evening
Now they can hunt freely
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