Someone shouts The pluie is proper - The rain approaches - and you have to be in sowing. Before the water thrombus rushes over the fields and forces everyone to take refuge under a tree and to stay still and wait.
Just a few minutes before, it was the young and the children who guided the plow thrown by oxen, so that the ground report was progressively opening in irregular and fertile grooves.
The Earth was removed and arranged for the rapid advance of women to be depositing in it the seeds of future crops.
During the rainy season, it is difficult to find someone in small villages. Only to the old people who rest and the little ones who play.
The rest lives in the fields. Working to the limit of sunlight. Taking full advantage of the time they have to prepare the way to food that, months later - and if the rain does not retire early - will fill its barns.
The dry station will soon arrive. It will be long and hard. There will be no water and nothing will grow. The sun will dry out and the dust will cover the fields. Green will disappear.
And men and women will retire to their villages, take care of their animals and live with their difficult reality.
Pepe Navarro
The pluie is proper
