Free in her season
A promiscuous lover
We each have our turn
Generous to some
Doling out liberation
Moisture for their yield
When she comes too late
We lay victims in her wake
Floods on parched land
Bloody waters run
Where umbrellas are raised
A reign over rain
We pray on this day
For equal distribution
Of similar rain
Let Freedom reign
Showering abundantly
On us equally
Chevvy's diary 