Fall is the season of harvest. When it doesn't rain for several months, it has a great impact on the quality of the growing crops.

The other day, while passing by the village, I saw three local people arguing over the water used to irrigate their fields. They were fighting to the point of using fhysical force. Seeing this, I decided to pray for rain. Early next morning, I rushed to Bao Lung (Treasure Dragon) Monastery, prostrating before the Triple Jewel and expressing the suffering of the people.

That night, after bowing, I stayed at the monastery and read a Sutra until eleven o'clock. I was exhausted and went to sleep. Not long after, I dreamed of a yellow dragon rising from the bottom of the sea. After tracing a few circles in the sky, it gathered some dark clouds. In the blink of an eye, it began to drizzle. At first the rain was sparse and the area covered was small. I stood there watching and thought, "So, it rains like this!" Soon it scattered wider about and rained harder and harder, coming in my direction. It was then that a green dragon surrounded me. I was a little surprised, but I calmed down and sat in meditation. I was watching the yellow dragon, which held a pearl in its mouth and was tumbling in the air, so that the rain fell even harder. The noise of the rain on the building woke me up from the dream. Getting up, I looked out of the door: Wow! What a downpour! My watch said it was about five o'clock in the morning. Thinking about what happened in the dream, I began to understand. I got dressed, lit incense before the Buddha, and bowed in gratitude to empty space.