The smell of clay when wet
Brings the feeling of life
When heavy rains come
The community is overjoyed
And so the dry earth wakes
With it, life becomes excited!
The clouds turn dark
As the rain grow stronger-
With a great storm imminent
The rain drops gather,
Tripping happily into the big pots
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