The rains of July lingered over the boundless fields, as the scorching sun occasionally showered the land with the light of life. The young seedlings were lush, and the fruit trees were thriving, bringing vitality to the earth of the Lake Region. When the pumpkin seedlings took shape, more rains roared down, obscuring the sky. The torrential rain transformed into creeks that merged into broader lakes, making Lake Patzcuaro all the more magnificent.
"This is the rainy season of August, which comes in with a drumbeat and devours mountains and rivers."
Xiulote stood on the top floor of the Palace of Wind, gazing at the northern waters. At the peak of the rainy season, the Great Lake's water level rose significantly, submerging the surrounding area. The endless reflection of water looked vast and bold from afar. The young king watched for a moment and then suddenly frowned.
