All about a rainy dawn.
|The drops are dripping from the sky,
Fearing to hear the sounds of clouds' cry.
The pure sweet waves of air,
Very slowly blowing everywhere.
Frogs are croaking,they don't care,
They are wanting to say,they are much happier.
Sound of watercourses are shaking me,
Wanting to know,what is doing she?
Now,visibility is very poor,
Birds will not can fly to the soar.
Sometimes after everything will be lit,
The morning will be sweet,delicious and limpid.