English
The rains have come, and hope has returned. The skylark's thirst is quenched. The once parched grasses, in verdant new beauty, carpet the earth. The rains are pattering on the ground, as if heavenly nectar was dripping down. The lost sweetness has returned to the trees and all the creatures have found new life. Let us rush today towards our goal supreme, with full throated songs, with indomitable spirit. Now, there is no time to look back or sleep.
