My family and I were all lounging around the supper table, tuning in to the ever-introduce sound of the rain against the windows.
"Da, when will it quit down-pouring?" my most youthful child inquired. "I don't have the foggiest idea about, my kid. Nobody knows. Just when the Queen is grinning again would be my figure." I replied. "The Queen? Who is she?" my chap inquired. "The Queen of Rain, my kid. Our goddess who controls the climate and the seasons." I said. "Inform me regarding the Queen, da!" my child argued. I took a gander at my child and grinned, and after that I started my story, the story that I had gotten notification from my granddad after I asked a similar inquiry numerous years prior:
"Once our atmosphere was calm and warm. Daylight showered the woodlands and lakes, and we found a sense of contentment. We had our diverse seasons, warm and icy, passing and regrowth. The cycles of life were in adjust. Products were ample and individuals were thoughtful and well disposed. Our general public flourished. Life was great."
"At that point those in control ended up covetous, restless to advance themselves regardless of the cost. Machines of war were fabricated, the industrial facilities burping extraordinary towers of smoke into the sky. The woods were chopped down and the land exposed as an ever increasing number of materials were assembled for the eager for ever war machines. Individuals were abused, their property detracted from them, all for the sake of the Planetary Government. The love of our Queen, the goddess who has cared for us for a considerable length of time, was smothered and later banned. Men were abandoning the protection of the land to the sacrificial table of industry and cash. The individuals who contradicted them were detained or slaughtered."
"Wars beginning seething as individuals opposed the Government. Huge numbers of the war machines were disrupted or decimated, however perpetual more had their spot. Smoke obscured the skies and shut out the sun. The roads ran red with blood. Expectation was passing on, and insatiability and debasement were the request of the day. "
"At that point the rain began. To start with delicately, and after that increasingly hard. Flames were extinguished, and the rottenness and waste of war were washed away. The scene was purified. Yet at the same time the rain endured. Waterways and lakes became bigger and more full. Individuals needed to move out of the lower regions, onto the slopes and mountains to get away from the rising waters. Still it drizzled."
"Our Government took a stab at everything to influence the rain to stop. It shot rockets conveying vast explosives into the sky, wanting to scatter the mists. It had a go at seeding the mists with materials that would influence the rain to disperse. A monstrous measure of cash was spent with an end goal to influence the rain to leave. Yet at the same time it drizzled."
"In the end the long-overlooked profound pioneers approached. They censured the warlike and voracious nature of the Government, and expressed that our Queen was crying. Her tears were flooding the earth, topping off the waterways and lakes. She was sobbing for our lost honesty. She was sobbing for the broken bodies and blacked carcasses. She was crying a result of our avarice and defilement. She was crying since we had surrendered and overlooked her. Normally the Government laughed at the possibility that the Queen was dependable. They even bolted up the profound pioneers keeping in mind the end goal to prevent them from spreading they, the Government, were in charge of the perpetual rain. "
"In any case, the profound pioneers were tenacious, and in the end the general population were influenced. The Government was toppled, and peace was reestablished. Individuals were given back land that was taken from them. Sustenance and dress was made accessible to the individuals who required it. Individuals began approaching the Queen for pardoning, imploring her to stop the ceaseless deluge. Still it drizzled."
"Be that as it may, Da, when will the Queen quit crying?" I investigated according to my most youthful. "One day, my child. At the point when all covetousness and brutality has been wiped out. When we by and by figure out how to treasure the earth, and to love and regard each other. One day when we find a sense of contentment with ourselves and nature. One day, my child, one day she will long for the sun afresh. In any case, for the time being, she is our Queen of Rain."
