The Rain Came

The rain came. Eagerly all were waiting for it. But a torrential fall for a few days rivers, lakes, ponds are in spate. From the pond of the poor farmer fishes swam away to freedom, caught from the roadside rills and drains casting nets, speared in the courtyards. Oh farmer! How can you claim those fishes as yours? Run oh farmer, bring your net catch as much you can running here and there.