Planting

After the rain arrived at our meeting, it didn’t leave. The presence of rain was a tangible fact; every morning when I woke up, the sky would be cloudy and overcast. There were some sprinkles every now and then and the news from the mountains was always dark storm clouds heavy with the long-awaited rain.

This was the signal everyone had been waiting for. Every morning there was mass exodus to the farms to plant the seeds they had been saving or which they had recently bought. Some people wait to spend the money on seeds until the rain actually comes; so even though they had been preparing their fields to plant for the past two months, there was still a flurry of activity when it was time to plant. The town would seem empty…

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