You wanted rain, eh? Look, how the heavy drops are pouring down,
Cry no more for rain, rain that delayed coming now floods the town.
Gutters and roads are now one, and the highways are now rivers
The old beggar, having no space to live, complains and shivers.
The town is swept clean, and something of value, living and nonliving, is swept away
But someone’s misery is another’s joy; pity, this is the only way we live.
Harsh, it may seem, but we cannot our own death to someone else give.
We have our days of joy and sorrow, and tomorrow I’ll have my death as you’ve yours today.
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