The burned land is crying for you,
Trees wait for you to pass through;
Rivers are thirsty for the holy elixir,
We'll never miss you to finally rue.
The nature wears the green coats,
Clouds thunder with the loud notes;
The house roofs are repaired well,
And the mariners ready their boats.
Your silvery drops spread like bliss,
It's your divine touch that we miss;
You are the harbinger of the felicity,
We'll receive you with hug and kiss.
Children enjoy the cool rain dance,
Love birds sing songs of romance;
All the people try romancing the rain
Nobody wants to miss this chance.
