The sun was hot. The road was hot. Even Bhoomi's chappals felt hot.
But the street was full of colour. Big wooden chariots stood waiting. Marigolds hung in long orange strings. Drums went dhum-dhum-dhum somewhere close by.
Bhoomi had a secret in her pocket — a small paper boat, folded that morning before anyone else woke up.
"Why do you keep touching your pocket?" Diya asked, swinging their hands together.
"You'll see," said Bhoomi.
They walked with Dadi towards the chariots. Diya fanned her face with a paper peacock, huffing.
"It's too hot, Dadi. I wish it would rain right now, this second."
"Wait and watch," said Dadi, not stopping.
Diya squinted up at the sky. Not one cloud, anywhere. "It won't rain, Bhoomi. Not today. I bet you my whole laddoo."
"Deal," said Bhoomi, and patted her pocket where the little boat sat, folded and ready and waiting for exactly this.
The chariot began to move, pulled by hundreds of hands on thick ropes. People sang. Someone nearby sold roasted peanuts in little paper cones.
Then — one drop. Cool, right on Diya's nose.
"Did you flick water at me?"
"No!"
Another drop. Then more, and more, falling fast now, straight out of a sky that had been clear a moment ago.
"It's raining!" Diya shouted, spinning until her plait flew out sideways.
Bhoomi pulled out her paper boat and crouched by the fastest puddle she could find.
"Dadi says every year it rains right here, right now," she said, setting the boat down carefully. "Because Jagannath, Balabhadra, and Subhadra need a bath on their way to their aunt's house. That's why I made this. I knew it would come."
Diya stared at the boat bobbing in the puddle, then at her sister's smug, dripping face.
"That's not fair, you already knew!"
"I still won the bet," said Bhoomi, holding out her hand.
Diya groaned and dropped half her laddoo into it — only half, because she wasn't giving up the whole thing, rain legend or no rain legend.
Dadi laughed under her umbrella and didn't stop them.
The little paper boat spun once, twice, and sailed off down the wet street ahead of the chariot, as if it, too, was headed to the Gundicha Temple.
Match: secret, squint, smug, bobbing, dripping
Fold your own paper boat with a grown-up. Draw where you would set it sailing if it started raining today.
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