Here, winds do what they will. In the fields, I see the storms come from the west, yes, but they twist and turn with the land and the heat. At the equator? Even my brother who drives a truck to Karnataka says the rains fall straight down there, no spin. I trust the wheat stalks bending more than any book—they show me the true path of the air.
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