The earth appears ugly in its browness
Dry leaves lay at the foot of dying trees
Dry plants yearn for water to quench their thirst
We wait in hope that he'll come today.
Rhythmical sounds of roaring thunder
Clouds race to an unknown destination
The sky ready to shed its tears of hope
Dryness soon to dwindle in a twinkle.
Shrieking,clapping,roaring sounds on the roof
Accompanied by fresh breath that hits the nose
Alas! Our visitor of hope is here.
Green spots ready to envelope the earth.
Soul savers prepare to get back to work
The path to the farm ready to make way
Crop plantations soon to sprout all over
He that bringeth hope is here at last.
