The First Drops

Falling from the sky, come the first drops,

On the dry land and the thirsty crops.

From his tiny hut, looks the farmer,

Towards his beautiful farm which was dry earlier.

The birds, after a long period of unforgivable time,

Drink enough water and go chirp and chime.

The troubled land grows happily again,

Understands life, as a game of lose and gain.

Happy is the countryside, village and city,

After the gods finally show some pity.

Merciless times, worse than hell,

Many years later, I can still tell.

But now is a time to rejoice, not to mourn,

As a fresh, new land is once again born.