With this rain comes ecstasy n joy
Cools the heat off all the way
Its the month of June time we sow
Together we plant rice in a row
The pattering of rain and rustling of leaves
Also we apply manures in heaves
Spade on the shoulder n hoe to the field
Drench soil with sweat expecting high yield
The aroma of soil and musk of field
Soothe the farmers pain and wound it heals
A grain he sows yields a ton
Its a high time for a farmer to run
With this rain comes ecstasy n joy
Cools the heat off all the way
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