Drops of water from the sky,
Tears from Heaven’s river,
Washing the earth from its filth,
Turning the brown land to greener.
Flowers that withered turn vigorous,
Drought River become half- full,
Frogs start to sing their sonnet,
And wind murmured among the trees.
But alas, must be warn,
For heavy pour create catastrophe,
River pours out from its place,
And mudflow create ruins.