I know how the earth feels, when it is parched in the summer. The rains have finally come and disappeared. And the earth is parched again. Mud is caked. The greenshoots are withering. The farmer is miserable. I feel bad for all of them.
I know how the earth feels, when it is parched in the summer. The rains have finally come and disappeared. And the earth is parched again. Mud is caked. The greenshoots are withering. The farmer is miserable. I feel bad for all of them.