There's the sun, which shrines all day,
growing up the crops, and brightens my day.
How i wish its rays lightens the earth,
warms my heart, for fruits to birth.

Too much sun and not a drop of rain,
causes the land to dry and cry in pain.
Dry spells come for weeks and months,
Till no water left for chick and hunks.
Then i wish it all go away, far far away
and God replied, "As you may".

Started the fall, and fall of rain,
that showers the earth and cools my brain.
The drops of water given by God,
dampens the earth and passes the ford.

Pours the rain, and down it pours
flowing through padi fields and generator wheels,
working it's way through the pipes to our homes,
healing our thrist like angelic gnomes.

Down pours the rain for days and days.
flooding the railways and by-ways,
flows out of the drain and into houses,
people worry carrying up their sponses
to the hillocks and highlands up they climb.

Worrying for sun and rain everyday
will I be sane or go insane?
who will cure my pain but me?
I guess wutever will be, will be.