After four years of drought in the small north-east village, the priest gathered everyone for a pilgrimage up to the mountain;
there they would do a collective prayer, asking for the rain to fall again.
In the group, the priest noticed a boy wearing a raincoat.
“Are you crazy?” he asked the boy.
“It hasn’t rained in this region for five years and the heat from hiking up the mountain will kill you.”
The boy replied: “I have a cold, priest
If we are going to ask God for rain, can you imagine our return from the mountain? It will be a spate and I need to be prepared.”
At this moment, they heard a great roar coming from the sky and the first drops began to fall.
It sufficed the faith of a boy in a miracle that even the most prepared ones didn’t believe in.