Rain of Gold

The village was as pleasant as always. People were busy with their daily work, but something unusual was about to happen that day. Suddenly, a strange-looking sadhu (sage) appeared in the village. His long white beard, tattered clothes, and mysterious eyes were enough to frighten the villagers.

Standing in the middle of the village square, the sadhu called out in a loud voice:

Sadhu (seriously): “Soon, there will be a rain of gold here. Those who take advantage of it will have to pay a great price.”

The villagers laughed at the strange prophecy. No one took him seriously.

Ganga (laughing): “This sadhu seems crazy! Gold rain? Hahaha, what a joke!”

But one poor farmer, Ravi, was listening to the sadhu carefully. His life was spent in poverty. His family was burdened with debt, and his wife and children were suffering from hunger.

Ravi (thinking): “If gold rain really happens, our lives will change. I wish this were true!”

Ravi couldn’t stop thinking about the sadhu’s words, and the prophecy settled deep in his heart. All day long, he pondered whether there could be any truth to the sadhu’s words.

The next day, strange things began to happen in the village. Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky. The weather changed rapidly, and a strange uneasiness spread throughout the village.

And then, the moment the sadhu had spoken of arrived. As evening fell, something began to fall from the sky with a loud thunderclap. At first, people couldn’t understand what was happening. But as they approached, they couldn’t believe their eyes. Gold was raining from the sky!

Ganga (in amazement): “This… this is really a rain of gold!”

The villagers were stunned. Everyone rushed to collect the golden droplets. Some grabbed bags, while others spread out their clothes to gather as much gold as they could.

Ravi, too, rushed out of his field and ran through the golden rain, collecting as much as he could. His eyes gleamed, and a new hope sparked in his heart. The shimmering gold droplets could bring a great change to his life.

Ravi (joyfully): “Now I’ll have everything! I can escape poverty, educate my children!”

Ravi’s heart swelled with happiness. Dreams of wealth danced before his eyes. He imagined his life becoming easier, providing good clothes and food for his wife and children.

But as he gathered the pile of gold, the sadhu’s words came back to him:

Sadhu (in a serious tone): “Whoever takes advantage of this rain of gold will have to pay a great price.”

Ravi paused for a moment. A seed of fear had been sown in his heart. He thought, “Will I really have to pay a price for this? Is something bad going to happen?”

But the dream of wealth outweighed his fear. Ravi collected the gold and returned home. His bag was full of gold, and his heart was full of hope.

All the villagers were now owners of gold. Everyone took their golden droplets and went home.

But no one knew what the true consequence of the rain of gold would be. The second part of the sadhu’s prophecy was about to slowly unfold.

After the rain of gold, a wave of happiness swept through the village. Everyone had become rich. Gold was in abundance, and people began weaving their dreams. Ravi, too, now had a pile of gold. But there was a strange fear in his heart that wouldn’t let him sleep peacefully. He kept remembering the sadhu’s warning.

Ravi (worriedly): “The sadhu said whoever takes this gold will pay a great price. But this gold can pull me out of poverty.”

Ravi’s wife, Reena, tried to console him:

Reena (in surprise): “Ravi, we should be happy now. Look, we have so much gold. We’re rich now.”

Ravi (hesitantly): “Yes, Reena, but I feel like something is going to go wrong. The sadhu’s words are troubling me.”

For a few days, peace remained in the village. People started selling the gold and buying new houses and goods. But soon, strange things began to happen in the village. Those who had collected the most gold started losing their most valuable possessions.

First, Ganga lost his land to the village moneylender. Then, Mohan’s only son fell seriously ill. The villagers couldn’t understand why this was happening.

Ganga (in panic): “How is this possible? I was just collecting gold droplets, and now my land is gone!”

Slowly, people began to recall the sadhu’s prophecy. Fear spread through the village. Everyone who had taken the gold was now losing their most precious things.

Ravi, too, began to live in fear. His wife, Reena, suddenly fell ill. At first, it seemed like a minor illness, but soon her condition worsened. The doctors said Reena’s illness was incurable.

Ravi (with tears in his eyes): “No, this is all my fault. I was greedy, and now Reena’s life is in danger!”

Ravi’s heart was broken. All his hopes had been tied to the gold, but now he was on the verge of losing his wife. He realized that the sadhu’s words were true. The greed for gold was making him rich, but it was also taking away the most precious thing in his life—his wife.

Ravi (looking up at the sky): “Oh God! I don’t need this gold! I can’t lose Reena!”

Ravi was now desperate. His dream of wealth was turning into a horrifying reality. Reena’s condition was worsening, and Ravi had no way out.

The other villagers were also frightened. They realized that the rain of gold hadn’t brought them happiness, but misery.

Ravi looked at the pile of gold in the corner of his house, which once symbolized hope for him, but now it felt like a burden. He knew that this gold had ruined his life.

Ravi thought, “If this gold is taking Reena away from me, I have to give it up.”

Reena’s condition continued to deteriorate. The doctors had given up hope, and Ravi had only one option left—to find the sadhu who had made the prophecy about the rain of gold. Ravi knew that if anyone could save him from this disaster, it was the sadhu.

Ravi set out to find the sadhu and, after several days of searching, he finally found him in a dense forest outside the village.

Ravi (angrily and desperately): “You lied to us! You said there would be a rain of gold, but now my wife is dying.”

Sadhu (calmly): “I warned you from the beginning. Whoever takes advantage of the rain of gold will pay a price. You were greedy, and now it’s time to pay.”

Hearing the sadhu’s words, Ravi realized that his greed for gold had been his biggest mistake. In the pursuit of wealth, he was about to lose his wife.

Ravi (with tears in his eyes): “I don’t want to pay this price! I want my wife back. This gold is useless to me.”

Sadhu (seriously): “If you want to save your wife, you must renounce this gold. Give up all the gold you have collected, and your wife will live.”

Ravi’s heart sank. The gold he had worked so hard to collect was now something he had to give up. But his wife’s life was far more valuable to him.

Ravi (making his final decision): “I will give up everything, as long as I get Reena back.”

Ravi decided to follow the sadhu’s advice. He returned to the village and gathered all the gold he had in his house. His eyes were filled with tears, but his heart held one last hope of saving his wife.

There was an old well near the village temple. The sadhu had told Ravi that if he threw the gold into the well, his wife would be saved. Ravi took the sack of gold and went to the well.

One by one, he threw the gold coins into the well, and with each coin, his heart grew heavier.

As he threw the last coin into the well, a bright light surrounded him. Ravi looked around in fear, and then a voice echoed:

Sadhu (from the sky): “Your sacrifice is complete. Go, your wife will be healed now.”

Ravi ran back home. As soon as he arrived, he saw that his wife, Reena, was now healthy. Her eyes were open, and she was smiling.

Reena (softly): “Ravi, I’m fine now.”

Ravi (with contentment): “Yes, you’re fine. I lost everything, but I got you back.”

Ravi had realized that true wealth wasn’t in gold, but in being with his loved ones. Greed for gold could have made him rich, but it was about to take away the most precious thing in his life—his wife’s presence.

The other villagers also learned from Ravi’s experience. They, too, gave up their gold. Slowly, peace returned to the village, and the people learned from their mistakes.

Ravi (in his heart): “I don’t need gold anymore. I have my family, and that’s the greatest wealth.”

Ravi and Reena made a fresh start. The rain of gold had taught them that true happiness and wealth lay in relationships, not in material riches. The sadhu’s prophecy had come true, but it became a great lesson for Ravi.