Today is the day it will finally rain; these flowers will eventually turn into maize. This year's crop will bring in more revenue.
Lysbilde: 2
Lysbilde: 3
It took a while to pass. Hail fell for an hour, covering the entire valley, the hillside, the garden, and the cornfield. As though dusted with salt, the field appeared white. Lencho's crops were devastated by the hail.
Locust plagues would have left more damage. We have nothing left from this hail. There won't be any corn this year. All of our effort, in vain . This year, we'll all go hungry.
Lysbilde: 4
Lencho
Lencho's sole hope was in God's assistance. Even though Lencho was a laboring farmer and an ox of a man, he was a skilled writer. He started writing a letter to God the next Sunday and personally placed it in the mailbox.
God forbids hunger to claim a life. God is going to assist us.
In the letter :God, If you don't help, my family and I will be hungry this year. Since the hailstorm destroyed the crops, I need one hundred pesos to resow my farm and live till the crop arrives.
Lysbilde: 5
Huge raindrops started to fall, just as Lencho had foretold. Lencho was thrilled and stepped outside just to enjoy the sensation of the rain on his skin. Nevertheless, the joy was short-lived. Abruptly, a fierce wind picked up speed, and huge hailstones started to fall together with the rain.
When the letter was discovered, the postmaster didn't want to undermine Lencho's faith. In lieu of God, he made the decision to assist him. He was able to obtain 70 pesos from his staff members, and he contributed a portion of his own pay. He placed the cash in an envelope marked "Lencho" and enclosed it in a letter signed "God," which had just one word.
The next Sunday, Lencho arrived a little early. The postmaster, who had delivered the letter, watched from his office, feeling the satisfaction of a guy who had done a good deed.Lencho tallied the money and appeared not in the least surprised.
Lysbilde: 6
Lencho got up, composed a second letter, and sent it. The postmaster went and opened it as soon as he had mailed it.
There was no way that God could have erred or refused to grant me my wish.
It said "God: Just seventy pesos of the money I requested arrived at me. I really need the remainder, so please send it to me. However, don't mail it to me because post office workers are a bunch of crooks. Lencho."