The weather was extremely hot, and the sun was very burning as if it would burn everything on the face of the earth. The plants began to dry, the animals began to get thirsty and hungry. The fish died in the depths of the seas, and the sky of the clouds rose until one of them and descended to the wise Indian elder and said to him, “Do I have permission to help you?”
The elder responded to him, “What do you want to do?” The cloud said to him, “Make me ascend to the sky.” The elder said to him, “If we do this, you’ll fall like stones.” The cloud said to him, “Don’t worry. I have strong magic. I’ll hang in the sky and open it. So the clouds will scatter and rain will descend to the earth.” The elder said to him, “Is this within your power?” The cloud said to him, “Try me and don’t be surprised at a thing.”
The elder stood carrying the cloud and threw it in the air upward. Indeed, the cloud didn’t fall and remained hanging in the sky. The cloud was indeed enchanted, so he began opening the sky and spent a long time until he managed to open a small part, from which abundant rains descended. They began flowing heavily, and everyone welcomed them with great joy. The plants grew, the animals and birds drank, and people rejoiced.
The elder of the clouds thought about the beautiful response of the cloud that had done saving them. He thought along with the children of the clouds, but they didn’t reach the thought of the beautiful response and what the cloud deserved. But in the end, all these attempts failed, and they were ingrained in their hearts.
The people danced and rejoiced at the rains that fell on their heads. They sang in joy and happiness where they used to look at the sky while the rain was descending, washing their faces.
The clouds were rejoiced at what had happened, and they would jump from time to time from the bank of the sea then return to it. The elder of the clouds thought to ask the cloud about the name of the enchanted cloud that had ascended to the sky. When he asked them, they told him its name was the Rainbow.
All the elder of the clouds could do was point at that rainbow that appears in the sky, calling it the rainbow, so that it would remain a memorial and remembrance of this matter, considering it as a heritage reminiscent of the clouds. This story is one of the legends that have been transmitted to us from ancient times.