The Rain of Shrabon

Shrabon do not come alone
Makes sky cloudy,
Comes with rain
Makes anxious anybody's mind.

Be ringing over tin
The sound of patters,
If umbrella wants flying in air
Nobody can control it.

Makes whirling in the wind of Shrabon
All dust of roads,
If rain comes, be vigorous
The gentle flowers of Rainy Season.

Do filled the empty drains
Raises water over knee,
When cloud plays hide and seek
Everyone does whispering.

Does disordered all things
The tempestuous rain of Shrabon,
Then question rises on mind
What an uncommon!