Sonnet: The Farmer

The farmer gazes at the sky for signs, If rain could come within the next few days! The summer sun continuously still strains; ‘To sow the seed, the rain must come, ’ he prays. His field is ploughed and ready for sowing; The seed was sowed and seedlings too are born; The rain must come in time for their growing; The cloudless sky fills up his heart with scorn. But suddenly, from sky the lightning strikes! And thunder comes followed by heavy rain; The farmer shouts with joy like o’er a mike; Aft’r all, God saved his crops this year again. Let Heaven tell us when to do some things; Let joy profound, then reign ’midst all earthlings!