The July downpour came from the Caribbean Sea with a roar, pouring onto the Northern Land coast. Outside the Vastec people's small village, the water level of the long river surged up. And the small lakes near the seaside gathered together, forming a Great Lake stretching dozens of hundreds of miles.
"What is this rainy season lake called?"
The old militia squatted by the door of the village chief's thatched cottage, watching the endless rain outside and chatting with the wrinkled village elder. The village elder looked timid, carefully lowering his head to respond.
"Master... This is the Mangrove Lake."
"Don't call me master... call me... never mind, don't be afraid, call me what you like! You say, Mangrove Lake?"
"Yes! Because there is a large mangrove forest around it, that's why it's called that."
"Oh!"
