The Sun hid his visage behind the grey nimbus.
Trees rustled for the wind’s tantrum.
Dampness filled all over the place, making the laundry undry.
Unusual silence instilled the barn; one could only hear the frogs’ croaking.
The cattle lay silently chewing their cud, wondering if their master would come,
As he never missed a day fondling them, what was keeping him away today?
Perhaps he resorted to a new company, they pondered.
For the master laid in his bed cocooned with his blanket.