at earth's smell on the first rain
dust worn wind pause to rest
break slumber the frog again
river show sign of zest.

pride swell the slim creek
pick up steam to race to sea
shore be soon muddy thick
lives be born merrily.

drop the sky darkly low
ripe's time to inject blood
break the bund overflow
awash bank in torrent flood.

might laden is one small drop
hope and not in nervous breast
may it make or break the crop
when planting dream of sweet harvest.