After the rains…
The white clouds come forth
The wetness settle on all

Behind the quiet little huts
Pots are filled with the waters
Which the rain has brought

And still the rain drops fall
From the vertex of rooftops
Whose head hung proudly

The roads are muddy and slippery,
Fine sand particles washed away, while
The little hamlet on the red mud sleeps

The coolness comfort the clan
For the Nights’ treacherous wind
Took her toll on all that was awake

Soon, the butterflies will fly about
The sunflowers gold will shine
As the sun rise above the hills

What a beautiful scenery to behold
When the sun rises, above the hamlet
Painting the greens, the faces and the land gold,