Timeful Help. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Black clouds, you are continues to away
Moving here and there, without a fall
When you falls, we are blessed
When you are late comer, we are cursed
Our throats are dried, eyes blinked
Prays to the heaven show some mercy
By the fall of rain the earth is blessed
The plants are blessed, from ants to humans
The elephants, and panthers, all are rejoiced
Water still you are far away stored in clouds
May you fall in time, and fill the rivers
Why your falls are made in busy schedules
Which often speedily goes to the ocean
Without time to drink by our beloved mother.