Oh it rains again
The clouds stomach rumbles
This quiet evening of soft breezes
Strong bashing up the pan
At least the pan has found a companion tonight
And up these village hills
I can hear the swooshing trees
Pray for some mercy
When will the pan drummers ever stop?
And the happy frog choir?
Will the lightning come too?
Hope you; the rain falls even more
Till this weak brown eyes close finally

Commentary.
The night rains are soothing and the poet seems to be describing the music that comes as a lullaby from the hits of the rain drops on the pan.