Showers of blessings
Is what the
Flower is looking for.
Scorching heat and burns
Is all that's coming now.
Seasons all - dry and rainy
Is what it has seen.
Shrivelled and gloomy
It looks now,
In this phase of lean.
Pour some gentle drops
Is what it pleads for;
Help it bloom and flourish
By your mercy showers.
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