“There has been so much rain lately,” I say, making conversation. “Yes, sir, that is because of Blessed Rainy Day. It’s a festival we have every year to mark the end of the rainy season. After Blessed Rainy Day, there will be no more rain.” She says this with utter certainty, as if she were explaining to a dullard that the sun always rises in the east. The next day, the rain stopped.
