The gray clouds bring torrents of rain to the land. Eventually, the earth can hold no more water and the streams rise, flowing into fields, which in turn become lakes. The migrant workers helplessly watch the rising water. As the lands flood, their cars are incapacitated, and worst of all, there is no work. The workers are unable to get government relief because they have not lived in the state for a year. Weakened by hunger, many resort to begging and stealing. The pity of the townspeople for the starving workers soon turns to fear. The only person in town who is busy is the coroner.
Soon the rain stops. The men come out and squat down, surveying the land and thinking, while the women watch to see whether this is the time they will finally break. But, where men sit in a group, talking, fear leaves their faces and is replaced by anger. And the women know their men will not break if they are angry.
