The time is passing,
All were grumbled.
The sky became dull,
All are sitting idle.
The dismal day is passing
The silence covered all over
But a sudden sound,
Broke the silence.
When it’s raining
All faces filled with merry and bright
The little little frogs bap up
As though they’re doing a conjuring trick.
When it’s raining
The tiny clouds water the world
Like a gardener does in his garden.
The rain washed the sad and thirst
like a wiper in a car.
The pedestrians were merry
The trees and grass are excited
When it’s raining.
