In the longest
drought springs of
streams and made-up lakes go dried up all.
The exposed soil shrank with
gaping cracks like some thirsty monstrous gobs. The carcasses of men and beasts dotted the parched up land. The living waited in agony for death and deliverance.
When the first drizzle prattled on the roof, a poet listened to its chatter and wrote a lovely verse. A heavy rain stated to batter the asbestos and gush down the gutter. It quenched the thirst of the earth and filled up the trenches and crates. The thickening downpour rushed down the slopes in a mad drunken march.
The heavens got thickened and dark and opened their sluice valves each day and emptied their pregnant clouds. Torrential rains flooded the fields and
streams and dams overflowed. The roaring winds uprooted trees and houses and buried the survivors of the
drought. .