Sullencloudsaregatheringfastovertheblackfringeoftheforest.
Ochild, donotgoout!
Thepalmtreesinarowbythelakearesmitingtheirheadsagainstthedismalsky; thecrowswiththeirdraggledwingsaresilentonthetamarindbranches, andtheeasternbankoftheriverishauntedbyadeepeninggloom.
Ourcowislowingloud, tiedatthefence.
Ochild, waitheretillIbringherintothestall.
Menhavecrowdedintothefloodedfieldtocatchthefishesastheyescapefromtheover-flowingponds; therainwaterisrunninginrillsthroughthenarrowlaneslikealaughingboywhohasrunawayfromhismothertoteaseher.
Listen, someoneisshoutingfortheboatmanattheford.
Ochild, thedaylightisdim, andthecrossingattheferryisclosed.
Theskyseemstoridefastuponthemadly-rushingrain; thewaterintheriverisloudandimpatient; womenhavehastenedhomeearlyfromtheGangeswiththeirfilledpitchers.
Theeveninglampsmustbemadeready.
Ochild, donotgoout!
Theroadtothemarketisdesolate, .
