There was once a village, Beautiful, Lush and green
Which reflected nature's image, one of the truest ever seen
Its People were happy and content
Their crops never failed
Unlike cities, there was no resentment,
All over peace prevailed.
For the village was truly blessed,
With ample amount of rain
Which fell as blessings from heavens above
Enhancing its green curtains.
The farmers would everyday plough,
With all their heart and soul,
Dedicated all through-rain, warmth and cold.
But one day, in the villagers fate
A twisted turn was brought
The Earth's thirst couldn't satiate
For the village experienced a drought!
It did not rain for days and days
The crops Undoubtedly failed
The earth burned like a furnace
No boats in the puddle sailed!
The villagers couldn't understand
Nature's scheme of events
They looked at the cracked moistureless land
"We are doomed!" were the comments.
The peace of the village was robbed
The tempers soared high
Young and old- all sobbed, Mourning their plight.
Everyone become desperate, For a hint of rain
And began feverently praying, In hope to ease their pain
There were prayers services organised
To please the rain deity
And their was one little kid who prayed
With all his heart to Almighty.
And the next day, that little kid
With an umbrella walked around
Though it never rained a bit
And blistering hot winds did surround
When questioned, the little kid said-
"I have faith in my prayers
And I know the divine power
Never refuses his dear!"
And he walked around for three more days
With the umbrella sheilding his head
When questioned again and again
The same dialouge was said
On the fourth day it rained
And what a rain it was
The little kid let his umbrella fly
And danced in the rain without a pause
The little kid possessed a quality
Found ever so rare
It's called having unwavering faith
Which eases all pains we bear!