Thundered cloud, drops falling!
Here the rain, o rain ! Kids began shouting.

Frogs start dancing ‚ hollow steams overflow.
several bossomed‚ barren land get glow.

Far from it‚ a lady who dwelt in hut‚
Moaning‚ pleaded to God‚ to cease it up.

Her tears eulogize her sorrow‚
The grain now vain which she'd borrowed .

Tatter shelter is leaking‚
Her kids start weeping.

She cursed to the averse rain ‚
The scudding drifts  and extreme pain.

Sudden‚ rain-storm abated‚ the sun began gleaming.
A saint consistently stared her‚ come her nearing.

"What you have lost? trifles ! Which was not yours ‚
Nor the God's Havoc ‚your turpitude make you poor".

God doth need to menace His child's treasures,
you are own responsible for your laments and pleasures.

The Hell and Heaven are not in world,
All have to suffer sooner or later,
If God is the Destructor, than who is the Creator?