Verse 17

इत घुमड़ घन नभ उमड़ि ह्यौं दामिनी दरसाय । बरसत झमा झम बुन्द बाढ़ि २ पवन त्यौं सरसाय ॥ तहँ कोकिला गावत नटत केकी मृदंग घनघोर । अँगुर मनो मंजीर रव चातक चुटकी रसचोर १७॥

Here clouds mass and surge through the sky as though displaying lightning. Rain falls in pattering drops, and the wind, doubled in force, sprays them likewise. There cuckoos sing, peacocks dance, and deep thunder serves as the drum; fingers seem to sound the hand-cymbals, while the chataka's quick call steals the rasa. (17)