The house the only one in the entire valley sat on the crest of low hill. From this height one could see the river and the field of ripe corn dotted with the flowers that always promised a god harvest. The only thing the earth needed was a downpour or at least a shower. Throughout the morning Lencho who knew his fields intimately had done nothing else but see the sky towards the north-east. Now we're really going to get some water; woman. The woman who as preparing supper, replied, yes god willing. The older boys were working in the field, while the smaller ones were playing near the house until the woman called to them all Come for dinner. It was during the meal that, just as Lencho had predicted, big drops of rain began to fall. In the north-east huge mountains of clouds could be seen approaching. The air was fresh and sweet. The man went out for no other reason than to have the pleasure of feeling the rain on his body, and when he returned he exclaimed. These aren't raindrops falling form the sky they are new coins. The big drops are ten percent pieces and the little ones are fives. With a satisfied expression he regarded the field of ripe corn with its flowers, draped in a curtain of rain. But suddenly a strong wind began to blow and along with the rain very large hailstones began to fall. These truly did resemble new silver coins. The boys exposing themselves to the rain ran out to collect the frozen pearls. It is really getting bad now exclaimed the man. I hope it passes quickly. It did not pass quickly. For an hour the hail rained on the house, the garden the hillside, the cornfield, on the whole garden the hillside cornfield on the valley. The field was white as if covered with salt. Not a leaf remained on the trees. The corn was totally destroyed. The flowers wee gone from the plants. Lencho soul was filled with sadness. When the storm had passed the stood in the middle of the field and siad to his song.