Oh rain, martyrs come and go by
Pouring doesn't stop
Wrinkled papers soaked in water
Eveready to tear apart
Zeal of those boats remains
To sail in the small of this rain

Oh rain, when sun lands on the earth
The flood they bring
Followed by drought
Hope and despair are the parts of same folly
Shall they thrive with resolve in vain?

Oh rain!