Rain

It was another cloudless blistering day

Is this the end then? In despair he wondered

There was no sign of any relief

He was tired, his spirit had long since surrendered

Two long dry arid years, two years of no rain

He looked at his 3 children and he saw their stcik like hands

He saw his haggard wife, their gaunt faces and sunken eyes

He saw their swollen bellies and he saw his drying lands

The debt was ever mounting with no scope of ever paying

“this is for the best, I am doing the best I can” he thought

The last 10 rupees he had borrowed, he sat in the corner

with the bottle of pesticide he had just bought

“Tomorrow morn with breakfast shall I give them”

He decided giving a last hug to his kids and wife

It was a tired defeated man who walked in the dark

And than sat alone in the field thinking about his life

Clutching the bottle of relaease to his chest he sat.

He prayed for courage, for relaese from this hell

He closed his eyes and thought of his dying kids

And it was on this thought the first drop fell

The clouds had creeped on him and were letting loose

He looked up at the darkened sky and let out a joyous cry

He could see his family running to him in the field

He stood up, a farmer who did not have to die!!