A Villager Came To Me Begging For Help. Something About His Crops Failing Due To Lack Of Rain—honestly,

A villager came to me begging for help. Something about his crops failing due to lack of rain—honestly, I wasn’t paying attention. I leaned on my staff and asked, “What are you willing to pay?”

He paled, stammering something about not having much, his hands fumbling nervously. I let him sweat for a moment, then waved him off with a laugh.

“Relax,” I said, “this one’s on the house.”

And so it rained. Not on the fields, of course—just on his roof. Heavy, relentless, endless. His crops remain bone dry. The roof, however, has never looked wetter.