Summers in the savanna is hot and dry. The rivers are
nearly empty and all the animals fight for a place to drink. Tambika and
her baby elephant, Onoori, stood at the edge of the watering hole.
Lions, tigers, giraffes, wildebeest and monkeys all stood around,
lapping at the warm, dirty water.
“When is it going to rain? I want some clean, cold
water. This water is dirty,” Onoori said.
“It has been a long summer, Onoori. I'm sure it will
rain soon. The winds have started blowing and that means the monsoons
will come in a few days,” Tambiki explained.
For the next few days the wind blew, hot and dry.
Dust blew through the trees, coating Onoori's body with a fine layer of
dirt. The watering hole shrunk to just a puddle. Tambiki and his son
couldn't get anywhere near it. Lions guarded it ferociously. Onoori
cried with thirst.
He woke up one morning and the air smelled heavy.
“What is that smell?”
Tambiki smiled. “It's rain, Onoori. It's rain.”
Gray clouds floated across the sun. They grew darker
with each passing hour. “Look at the clouds. They're so black.”
“Those are rain clouds, Onoori. Soon the ground will
be wet and the rivers will flow.”
Onoori stood gazing up at the clouds. A raindrop
splattered on his face and then another, and another. Soon the clouds
burst open and rain poured down. Onoori let it wash the dirt off his
Tambiki screeched with joy.
Water puddled around their feet, running into small
streamlets, which ran into the river.
All the animals in the savanna rejoiced at the
Onoori opened his mouth and let the rain fall into
it. “It's raining! It's raining!” He filled his trunk with water and
sprayed it on his mother.
“That's quite a trunkful of water, Onoori.” Tambiki
laughed and sprayed him with a much bigger trunkful.
The rain stopped for a few hours that night. Tambiki
and Onoori stood on the river bank. Across the wide river she saw the
lions. Further down she saw the giraffes, the zebra and wildebeest.
There would be no more fighting for a place at the watering hole. The
rains had come at last.