For many months, the skies were dry. Lomongin, the famous rainmaker, talked to his gods. People gathered outside his home, anxiously waiting for a message of hope.

When he came out, he assured the people that the creator was going to give them rain soon and they would be able to plant their crops again.

Children played outside as we waited for the rains. Later that day, we saw big white clouds in the far east. I knew they were rain clouds.