cry from the sky,
falling from the heavens,
in a mournful cry.
The earth is so dry,
no moisture to share,
a bleak sun above,
with no sign of care.
The clouds above,
start to weep and wail,
as they try to bring,
the water they fail.
The wind comes blowing,
the clouds twirl around,
searching for rain,
but never will be found.
The sun is relentless,
the sky is so blue,
the clouds have no choice,
but to keep crying too.
The sun continues to shine,
the clouds don't relent,
crying out in despair,
for what they can't get.
The land is so thirsty,
it's hunger unbearable,
the people below,
all pray for rain and hope.
The clouds keep on crying,
for the land below,
their tears like raindrops,
but never enough to show.
The sky is so sad,
the clouds start to fade,
their tears like a river,
flowing away in dismay.
The clouds can't help,
the land is so dry,
the people below,
with no hope and no cry.
The clouds keep on crying,
in a mournful plea,
for the land below,
for the water they need.
The land is so desperate,
the people so sad,
the clouds keep on crying,
while the sun stays mad.
The clouds are so tired,
their cries are so weak,
the people still thirsty,
with no water to seek.
The clouds keep on crying,
and the people still wait,
for the sun to relent,
and the rain to come late.
The clouds keep on crying,
for the land so dry,
their tears like a river,
flowing away in despair.
But then, one day,
a miracle appears,
the sun starts to relent,
and the rain finally appears.
The clouds can't believe it,
their tears come to an end,
as the rain comes down,
and the land is blessed.
The clouds rejoice,
and the people can smile,
as the water finally comes,
and the land has hope for a while.
The clouds keep on crying,
as they still have fear,
for what might happen,
when the rain disappears.
But for now, the clouds,
are happy and relieved,
for the rain they brought,
has finally been received.
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