The Rain

The sound of drums and bugles Rent the air and reverberate; The sound is not mere sound, But, a distress call of farmers; Who pray in great faith the God of rain To send rain forthwith to wet their parched lands and To enable them timely sowing of Wheat, rice and millets The staple food of hungry millions Their prayer being true and honest Stemming out of unshakeable faith Seemingly reaches the ears of the rain God, As the sky suddenly becomes overcast, With dark black clouds hanging, That burst soon into torrential rain Driving the innocent farmers into A rapturous mood to dance and drench In the God-sent rain, their hope of future And that's the way they thank Their God of rain, they call "Varuna" Their saviour.