Rain

The hot summer sun scorched the lands,
For rain they prayed with raised hands.

Water resources were fast depleting,
Soon there wouldn't be enough, even for drinking.

Then it rained and cooled the burning ground,
There was happiness and joy all around.

It continued to rain, reservoirs filling fast,
The crops did good, food would be abundant at last.

Heavily it rained and the river did swell,
Breaching it's boundaries, made way to where people dwell.

And it continued to rain, water flooded the plain,
The rising water destroyed their crop and grain.

Strong winds blew in, none could stand in the way of it's might,
The trees bowed to it's fury, oh it was such a sight.

As water from the river made way for village lands,
To stop the rain they prayed with raised hands.

Rain rain go away, people of the village want to stay,
Spare us from your fury, come again another day.

The same water which gives life now threatened to take it,
Fearing for life they left for higher grounds, hoping they'd make it.

As they walked, a little boy spoke to his dad,
He said, water taking life is driving me mad.

Listen closely to what I'm telling you son,
Swami Vivekananda said, Anything in excess is poison.

To incorporate this lesson in your life you must strive,
Moderation is the key to lead a happy life.