Smoke is nothing compared to scorching sun.

The rice plants in the field are dying in clumps.

Snails in the rice field died from drought.

The yeast cakes hanging in the smoky attic above the kitchen are covered in smoke.

Smoke is nothing compared to scorching sun.

The frog cries because it wants to lay eggs but can't.

The chick cries, asking for rain, but it's not raining.

If you don't let me, I won't go home.

I'll build a hut and stay here permanently...

Sam Van Binh(Translation and introduction)

(Excerpt from the Thai children's rhyme "Asking for Heavenly Water")