This truth was not grasped by Indra, blinded by pride. Therefore he sent the deluge of stones. The clouds thundered and crashed overhead, and a sudden storm broke upon them. The cowherds saw the rain bearing down and were afraid. They considered their plight. Worry overtook them, and they forgot their play. 'The cowherd-boy has done wrong,' they said. 'It tasted sweet at the time, and we did not think.' In their fear they now remembered the Lord. 'What shall we do now? Where can we and our cattle find shelter?' But their deliberation could not prevent what was coming. Says Tuka, they were bewildered and did not know what to do.