Ammamma leaned in, her silver hair glowing in the lantern light. “Then you should know the story of the Rain Ghost of Pallikunnu, my dear…”
Long ago, a boy named Unni lived near a great banyan tree. He hated rain because it ruined his marbles and turned his banana chips soggy. One day, he shouted at the clouds, “Enough! Go away!”
To his shock, they did.
It didn’t rain for three years. Crops failed, ponds dried, and even the fish went missing.
Desperate, Unni climbed the banyan tree and wept. That’s when the Rain Ghost appeared—a shimmering figure made of mist and thunder.
“You banished me, but your tears called me back,” it said kindly. “Never push away what you don’t understand. Rain gives life—even if it makes you wet.”
From then on, Unni danced in the rain. And every time it poured, he opened his umbrella not to hide—but to twirl and laugh.
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