Muse: The rains and wet clay

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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