To my parents. For every moment they have not doubted me, and help me not to do it either. Your confidence has fed my inquisitiveness.
In a little town where it almost never rainsâ&#x20AC;Ś
â&#x20AC;Ś people have decided to pick up the clouds coming from the hot meals.
Clouds from the soup.
Clouds from the stew.
Keeping the clouds all together.
Once a year, children set them all free.
In this wayâ&#x20AC;¦
... all harvests in the village can be watered.