Monsoon rains and the swollen streams
flooded the paddy fields into placid lakes. In the intermittent calm
weather they lay limpidly with rippling wavelets in sky-blue hue.
Rustic kids played in the tranquil waters over the impoverished boats of plantain stems tied together. Some opthers in their wooden but tiny rowing boats.
Mom forbid their impetuous son, Tom : "don’t go now with our rowing boat, torrential rain and wind may come and shake your tiny boat."
Together with an school chum he sneaked it and rowed off the banks.
Off and off they went.
Clouds
soon gathered over and winds came whistling by with a heavy downpour. They rowed back in haste and called out for help but the roaring storm swallowed their shrieks as rain began to fill their boat.
Frantically they splashed the water off. But soon the little waves too brimmed in and filled it up. No one heard their cries for help, no one saw them sinking deep down to the depths of
flooded sea.