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The Third Canto
The great rains poured down, the rivers overflowing, their waters red with the color of ochre, like the flow of blood from mountains struck by lightning. (1.2) The clouds thundered, releasing thick torrents of water, as if weeping in sorrow for the destruction of the Kalpa trees. (1.3) The wind struck the clouds, producing a deep sound like the beat of a drum struck by a careless hand. (1.7) Lightning flashed in the sky, a dancer in a celestial stage, changing its form every moment. (1.75) The thirsty Chataka birds, like children clinging to their mothers' breasts, drank greedily from the rain-laden clouds, never satisfied. (1.76) The clouds, like foolish men, were captivated by the lightning, their heavy bodies filled with water, eager to bring forth the harvest. (1.77) Though lacking in wisdom, the clouds, due to the ever-changing nature of the pudgala particles, quickly released their rain, transforming into various forms. (1.78) The raindrops, like pearls, fell from the clouds, cooling the earth scorched by the sun's rays. (1.79) Then, the rain, soaked in moisture, brought forth the coolness that had been hidden within the earth. (1.10)