Rain wasn't there

It wasn’t there, When he needed rain So the crops all died With the big long drought in pain Farmer had no choice But to try till last hope of breath And the rain returns with noise When there was no one left to hope Thanks to the rain? For letting them all free From the great sorrow of life Burning inside leaving all sorts of scars The grief and it’s gravity With zero scarcity If there’s a cost to be That’s the cost of being me Oh I’m secretly sorry, The rain replied and kept weeping For days, weeks and months But then there were none The irony is, was never about any crop