Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the br forest. br O child, do not go out! br The palm trees in a row by the lake are smiting their heads br against the dismal sky; the crows with their dragged wings are br silent on the tamarind branches, and the eastern bank of the river br is haunted by a deepening gloom. br Our cow is lowing loud, ties at the fence. br O child, wait here till I bring her into the stall. br Men have crowded into the flooded field to catch the fishes br as they escape from the overflowing ponds; the rain-water is br running in rills through the narrow lanes like a laughing boy who br has run away from his mother to tease her. br Listen, someone is shouting for the boatman at the ford. br O child, the daylight is dim, and the crossing at the ferry br is closed. br The sky seems to ride fast upon the madly rushing rain; the br water in the river is loud and impatient; women have hastened home br early from the Ganges with their filled pitchers. br The evening lamps must be made ready. br O child, do not go out! br The road to the market is desolate, the lane to the river is br slippery. The wind is roaring and struggling among the bamboo br branches like a wild beast tangled in a net.