The rains lash against the window pane The glass shatters Water pours into the room The young child screams The old grandmother hallucinates Admonishes the child to be silent The Gods are showering their blessings On the poor household she says The child screams louder To be heard despite the rain The grandmother menacingly lifts her cane As if to strike the child There is a loud thud The ceiling caves in Both grandmother and child Are quieted forever
