Shadow Puppet Storyteller

(Mythology) Sister Rain, Brother Wind

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Across our plains, the lupin and the bright star, Chickory and lazy, young corn grass sway. Within them lie the Spirit. I see the praise in stalks that reach high, for the sacrifices of Rain and her watchful brother, Wind.

We hear the story at grandfather's knee, so we can remember that Rain's heavy tears come from a life pressed with hard, unending work. Yet her giving comes like a song. Are you not rocked to sleep by her rhythm? And should her brother come along to rush her to her next task, do not be afraid when the cover to your door or the window flaps ripple harshly. He is strong along the ground in the open prairie, and in his dominion, the sky, but his power cannot enter the hearts of the Plains people. Brother Wind only has power over the heart of his little sister, Rain. Hear the story now how it came to be so.