Peculiar Is My Psych

Whenever there is stormy rain With so much of rainy gloom As if it's gonna be a doomy day A vista of Vasudev carrying Krishna My cute divine child crossing Yamuna Roaring in spate with protecting Adisesha Along the paved way by river Yamuna Flashes in my vision in wondering awe I look through the window at the heavy pour My worry, Krishna should reach home safely I pray sobbing with a heavy heart Television news reads 'many are saved' I feel a great relief that my Krishna is safe Old woman's psychosis they say