I WISH IT WOULD RAIN
It rains and rains in Kiang Sing. And then it rains some more. No sooner is one cloud past then another comes treading on its heels. By day and by night the rain-drops patter, and ko tzu from his lily pad croaks "More rain. More rain." Old men going to bed wear their wei li (rain hats), instead of tasseled nightcaps. Many young people have only a hazy idea as to what the word "sun" means. Pour and beat and drizzle, drizzle and drive with the gale. And that is Kiang Sing.
Three reasons are given by the people of Kiang Sing for their extremely weepy climate. Some say that the shen Yu Shih, who lords it over the clouds, lives near by on the Daylight Mountain. Others are firm in their declaration that Moo Yee, the mighty archer, and a naughty fellow withal, shot the
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