PUBLISHERS OF LITERARY FICTION SINCE 1983
Over land exhausted from intense heat,
A great Storm-Cloud went scudding past.
Leaving not a single drop to revive the earth,
She shed a heavy rain over the sea,
And of her generosity boasted to the mountain.
But the mountain replied to her:
“What good have you done with such generosity?”
And how painful it is to look on.
Had you spilled your rain on the fields,
You would have saved the whole region from famine;
But in the sea, without you, my friend, there is water enough.”