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In Vain,They Gave Rain
Let me tell you a tale
of a small boy,
who wanted a gale
and some flashy rain.
A small child, naughty he was,
Never wanted school,so
he sent the Gods and SOS
about some stormy rain.
The Gods red and red again,
They were always kindly
and didn't want to make him in vain,
So they sent some thunderous clouds
The boy was so in glee,
his mother didn't know why
She asked him why he didn't flee,
To the place where was rain
The little brat, happily,
Told her the message,
The mother was awed faintly,
By her son's love for Rain
Copyright ©
V Maadhava Krishna
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