As the sun smiles hotly for same few months,
As the land is dry.
There is no water for us to drink, well their came a day dark clouds gathered around.
Thunder strikes as the get’s burnt, animals run for their life’s as the ground rambles.
The king of the sky’s roars.
Hope fully the rain rains we’re saved by the rain as the clouds washes away and the lions roar.

Written by Kala