The First Rain

The first rain of June,

Was like a tune,

With full of happiness and joy,

With a boat plays a little boy.

It helps the farmers plant to grow,

And removes all his sorrow,

Pain the old man borrow,

The rain removes his sorrow.

In the countryside,

It is far and wide,

To the dry grass and dry plain,

How welcome is the rain!

In the narrow and long lane,

So beautiful is the rain!

After the school comes the boys,

With more than their usual noise.

After the fiery spring,

Comes the rain like a wing.

After the end of September,

The rain does not makes us remember,

The rain refreshes our brain,

How beautiful is the rain!

How beautiful is the rain!