"It's raining, it's raining, put the flowers away, hurry up and put the flowers away! Oh, you little rascal, have you gone crazy playing outside? I told you to keep an eye on the house, it's all wet now! There's no sun tomorrow, it won't dry, and I'll hand you over to the village chief!"
"What a big rain!"
"The Blood River is rising so fast! So much land is flooded, why is the water so high this year?"
"May the River God bless us..."
The villagers stood under the eaves, looking up to the sky. The fine, moist rain threads disappeared, and the torrential rain finally poured down. Thunder and lightning traversed the night sky, shattering the pent-up clouds.
Boots splashed through the water as Xi Ziyu covered his head and rushed into the house.
Rainwater formed finger-thick streams, snaking across the square, lashing at the ground like a whip.
