Everybody was hoping and praying for
rain for the crops. Somebody got out some drums and started drumming. Other
people gathered round and started stomping their
feet while they walked around in a circle in front of the drummer. They raised their voices and raised their arms, flailing them in the air. They had headdress on that was a band around the head that soaked up the sweat of their brow, and feathers in the headdress that were very
pretty that came from very special birds. (They just fell out. They didn'
t kill them.) Suddenly, a great cloud came across in the sky. The sky darkened, and
rain came pouring down. Everybody fell to the ground, laughing. This happens every year! The
rain keeps on falling, and you think that the flooding is never going to end, but it does. We can all laugh about it. Our concept that we caused the rain to fall ourselves is a piece of work.
