It’s forgotten how to rain again. It’s time for the shamans to climb the hills and rouse the drowsy rain goddesses.
Hey Richard — This reminds me wassailing as in “Here we go awassailing among the leaves so green …” It’s not actually a Christmas carol. It was a pre-Christian ritual in England to drink a lot of hard apple cider and then go around to the apple orchards and sing very loudly, in order to wake up the spirits in the apple trees so that they’d get busy and make a lot of apples for the fall — to make hard cider from!
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