Oh, the drizzle! How stealthily can it come?
In a million tiny drops,
But with no sound,
And the earth will rejoice its arrival.
And she walks in pride,
But tormenting those who disbelieve her.
When all the pompous make their way to betrayal.
No thunder, no storm, not even the dark clouds.
They are all hidden under her spell.
Oh! How quietly you come and torment me?
Drizzling, drizzling, drizzling
Enslaving me in this man build room,
And out there, you are drizzling.
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