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- The House, the only one in the entire valley, sat on the crest of a low hill. From this height one could see the river and the field of ripe corn dotted with flowers that promised a good harvest. The only thing the earth needed was a downpour or at least a shower.
- Lencho
- Now we're really going to get some water.
- Yes, God willing.
- Come for dinner.
- It was during the meal that, just as Lencho had predicted, big drops of rain began to fall. Huge mountains of clouds could be seen approaching. The air was fresh and sweet. The man went out for no other reason than to have the pleasure of feeling rain on his body.
- These aren't raindrops falling from the sky, they are new coins. The big drops are ten cent pieces and the little ones are fives.
- Lencho
- But suddenly a strong wind began to blow and along with the rain very large hailstones began to fall. These truly did resemble new silver coins. The boys, exposing themselves to the rain, ran out to collect the frozen pearls.
- It's really getting bad now, I hope it passes quickly.
- It did not pass quickly. For the hail rained on the house, and the hillside, the cornfield, on the whole valley. The field was white, as if covered with salt.
- A plague of locusts would have left more than this. The hail has left nothing. This year we will have no corn.
- Lencho was an ox of a man, working like an animal in the fields, but still he knew how to write. The following Sunday, at day break, he began to write a letter which he himself would carry to town and place in the mail. It was nothing less than a letter to God.
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- God if you don’t help me, my family and I will go hungry this year. I need a hundred pesos in order to sow my field again and to live until the crop comes, because the hailstorm....
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