Warm summer followed with a dark-blue sky and sporadic thunderclouds.

All the crops were planted, irrigated, and scantily weeded.

Now they awaited the rains in order to complete growth and prepare for maturity.

The great chayani had gone through their official fasts, they had made their sacrificial offerings in the sacred bowls dedicated to rain-medicine.

Every day clouds loomed up in the west, distant thunder rumbled, but not a drop of rain fell in the Rito and the people began to look gloomy.