By Helena Rodriguez: PNT columnist
When I lived in Abilene, Texas, a fanatical preacher wrongly predicted a seven-year drought during a desperate dry spell like we’re experiencing this heated summer.
At the risk of sounding not-as-fanatical, I predict a major quenching over our Llano Estacado during fair week. Never fails.
I don’t recommend a do-it-yourself rain dance. But this reminds me of the summer of 2005 when I went to the Yucatan Peninsula of Mexico with an Eastern New Mexico University group.
We were at Uxmal Mayan ruins and climbed a pyramid structure to watch an outdoor production of Chaac, The Mayan god of rain.
The show had great sound and light effects; simulated flashes of lighting, thundering voices and all. Before we knew it, a torrent of rain came pouring down.
Words of advice: Don’t go to a production about an ancient rain god without an umbrella.
When it was cloudy, Grandma Emma would say in Spanish, “This is a good day to work in the escardas (fields)!” As for my other grandma, Grandma Chaya, she had her own way of dealing with rain.
Once, when it was pouring violently, Grandma Chaya took a matete (a stone to ground flour and corn), blessed it, making the sign of the cross, and then threw it outside. Within seconds, the rain came to a halt.