Breath of the sky.

Consider the sky. For so long throughout the year we wait on the wet season, storing, hoarding every precious excessive drop from the sky - not to the exclusion of others, but certainly more than those where things get wet and Stay wet. And so when the sky falls, we sing.   Consider the lands outside of Levis - the exiles to the north, the rolling fog to the south, the endless desert to the east and the open oceans to the west - they all must have times of casual rain, where the scrub grows lush and the people grow weak. And yet we stay with our forests and we look to the sky, and when the sky falls, we sing.     Consider the cold nights, after Debron falls asleep, and only Morticia spans the sky for the months where the night chilled, and it is only then that the dew beads on the trees, and we sneak into the night and sip the fresh moisture off the leaves. Leave your cloaks and blankets at home and let the night's air dip into your senses and remind you that the sky will soon fall - and then we will sing.   Stock your larder, the winter months are lean and you must prepare from your garden, or you must plant for the bushes and shrubs that will still grow within those months - the stores that crave the rains and can hold fast against the chill. There will be no snow - this is not the lands for this, but watch for the rare signs of hail and make sure your water tanks are clean and your filters fresh. Else trade for a tank 'fish'. The water will come, and then we will sing.  

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The breath of the sky is the ritual of preparing for the wet and cold months of the calendar. While brief compared to the long dry months and followed by a brief season of excess colour - a cacophony of saturation, the Breath of the sky is the way the neighbourhoods of Levis begin to get ready for the rain. This is always accompanied by singing - often not good, but it is a way to signal thanks to the sky for continued rain. If a drought goes long, and the songs drop off, the final releasing of tune is a catharsis - a release of breath across the lands that all cycles start anew. The wet period on calenders is usually heralded in the middle of the year.