Summer rains are a comforting change,
Quenching the thirst of a parched plane.
Every drop speaks a thousand words
Of pain and love, both a powerful force.
Romantic, it may sound to a few,
Someone hates the sound of lightning coming through
Fearing the rain, they pray to the gods
Offering everything that they've got.
The sun has burnt their backs during the day
And they want to moon to stay
Days are long and the night shorter
For they've got to begin early with labour
Sweat and toil they bring together
Ploughing the land to yield better
Have caressed it long enough
While humming along the summer song
Waiting for the hardships to bloom
Time has come and they shall harvest soon
Thunder strikes and skies pour
Miseries around and the heart is sore
Romantic, it may sound to a few,
Someone hates the sound of lightning coming through
Fearing the rain, they pray to the gods
Offering everything that they've got.
Months of hardship is washed away
And so is the livelihood which was here to stay
His wife and children wait for him
Hoping to comfort for the loss so grim
He walks away in dismay
Knowing not about his way
Tightens a noose around himself
Leaving his son, heir to debt and despair.
