Thunder rumbled in the east.
Clouds blanket the area, covering the water.
There is a rainbow of one color.
Leaning against the egret's wings as it flies against the direction of the rain.
The sound of the bucket being scooped up was intermittent.
Father scooped up the entire moon's halo and poured it onto the drought-stricken fields.
The rice plants are stunted and scorched.
The mother went into labor and gave birth.
Season…
Tiny little footsteps
I stumbled upon a straw that smelled of freshly harvested rice.
The sound of the kite's whistle heralds the season after months of anticipation.
I hear the dance of the fields in every sound of the rice boiling.
Le Khac Dinh
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