Juneil Sechico - Rain

Nourishes the flowers, makes them grow,
Showers the dried river, makes it flow,
Keeping a tree taking a grip to its ground,
Teaches the frogs how to make an awaking sound.

Blesses the grains of the farm,
Cleans the body of a filthy vagabond,
Rejuvenates the aged tree;
Dusts of foliage washed away.

Every dropp is counted with its purpose,
Good or bad depends how you take a stand with your shoes,
Brings you wellness when you think positive,
Illness when you just flood and weep.

Take it with joy though it has a bunch of pain,
It's teaching you how to enjoy the sun when it'll shine again,
As it has been said; '' Think not of its gloom,
But the nourishing showers that makes the flowers bloom.''

Juneil Sechico

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