Thunder grumbling in the sky,
Thinking if it’s the dragons for real,
As narrated to him by the hearth.
Fear of getting struck,
By the lightning so intense,
It’s like an axe, said his old parents.
They told him, the cloud carries the smiles and tears,
Of the heavens to the ground,
For people who almost always sin and the good.
The love and sorrows of the Gods,
Could not be conveyed to the earth, they said,
So the cloud then became the mediator.
And his parents told him the cloud brought showers,
That cleansed the sins and fed the,
The fields were nurtured and the people lived.
Times flew by with peace and then,
He was nurtured, he grew tall,
He became handsome, he got smart.
He sat by the hearth,
Gathered around were the juniors,
He thought deep, and narrated the story;
The story of Dragons and Axe;
Story of cloud and showers,
The story of Thunder and Lightning.