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Myth Writing
MYTH A story that is believed by many people but that is not true; a story that
WRITING was told in an ancient culture to explain a practice, belief, or natural
occurrence.
Raining
Raining is a major part of the earth’s function-
ing. Without it, crops would wither and die and
without plants, all living species would be subject
to famine and soon all life would be wiped out of
the face of the planet. How did such an important
factor come into being?
Hundreds of millions of years ago, two broth-
ers named Haki and Clu lived happily together
in the woods. The plants there were quite special
and required no sunlight or water to grow. They
would go hunting in the forest to find different
species of animals and kill them for their meat.
After hunting down their prey, they would return
home and spend the rest of the day occupied with
other sports. One morning however, Clu didn’t
return home. Haki waited for a few minutes and
went out to search for him. Soon, he located Clu’s
footprints. They lead into the depths of the for-
est. Haki’s heart was seized with fear, they had
promised each other that they wouldn’t go that
far from their little log cabin. Clu’s curiosity must
have won over his conscience. Haki carefully ad-
vanced on the footprints until it led him to a small
clearing in the forest. There he saw a massive bull
in the way, and it turned towards him. He raised
his spear but he knew this was no ordinary bull,
it had blood red eyes.
Clu sighed, there was nothing new in these far-
ther parts of the forest. He looked up at the sun
and realized that he was late. He turned around
and started retracing his footsteps. It didn’t take
him long to come upon the clearing when Ha-
ki’s body lay motionless in the ground. Clu was
seized with grief as he knew that his curiosity had
indirectly resulted in his brother’s death. So mas-
sive was his pain that the gods couldn’t bear such
a sight and turned him into a massive cloud, the
name originating from Clu’s name. The massive
cloud separated into many different pieces. From
that day on, clouds have gone around weeping at
the memory of that one morning, providing rain
to the world.
D Aryash Yadav
by Jayash Nyachhyon