It Rained For the Son Not Saint

The hot summer, Failed rain for months, The land cracked, Trees like bolded heads after falling leaves, Birds fallen broken wings, Waiting animals to die, Today or tomorrow, Children drank their cry, Looking at the disappointed sky,mothers, The village was not in the usual noise but like a land of dumbs, A saint took all village men to an open ground, To pray God seeking rain, Some birds and animals to follow, The son of the saint too walked along, All marched like soldiers to the battle field, "I had forgotten to bring my umbrella", The son said to his father,saint, The saint shocked but walked fast ignoring son, All prayed God seeking rain, It rained,rained and rained soon, "It rained not because of the saint but his son who trusted God", Someone came in someone's dream and told!