Sun is seen a flaming ball in the sky, Darting down pointed spears of smarting beams. Horrid heat waves, from the smoked earth, rise high. For drops of water, the thirsty earth screams. The waterlogged piece of land has gone dry. The soil is arid and left cracked and parched. Drying crops have made farmers sadly sigh. The once lush green meadows are lying scorched. Sun's heat, like a spiteful scorpion’s sting, Burns, damaging the flesh and the bared skin. The fiery tongues of humid summer fling, Licking up the last residue of green. The dry leaves under the feet whine and moan Etna seethes, birds and beasts, for water groan!
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