Puddles and Hope
The rain falls down
on the barren hills and plains.
Water seeks lanes and yards,
Since the rills,and drains,
And local ponds vanished.
On the roads,
Passing cars splash water,
Dirty on paddlers' clothes,
As they leap high
To avoid the mess.
They jump again and again
Through the potholes,
Dodging the distress.
If rain lingers long
Water will flow,,
Covering the roads and
Flooding the localities.
Let's bear this all,
For without rain
Water scarcity will occur next season
And rice production will fall.
Cherish each drop,
For in every storm and puddle
Lies the hope of survival.
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