FIRST VOICES
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The Clouds
Cloud let fall a drop of rain on the body of a woman. After nine months, she had boy twins.
When they grew up, they wanted to know who their father was.
“Every morning,” she said, “look to the east. You’ll see him there, as upright in the sky as a tower.”
All over the earth and in heaven, the twins walked in search of their father.
Cloud doubted this and demanded of them:
“Prove to me that you’re my sons.”
One of the sons sent a bolt of lightning to earth. The other one, thunder. Since Cloud still doubted them, he covered them over with a storm, and they came out of it intact.
So it was that Cloud made a place for them at His side, among his many brothers and nephews.
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A good explanation as all myths are.