So, I was having a walk in the warm Caracas thunderstorm, having a bit of a religious epiphany, feeling in awe of Zeus and feeling as one with my Nordic brothers plus all babilonians, when I asked myself: how did the native americans worship the rain?
This came to me:
In the case of the indians in Jungle regions of what is now Venezuela, whether near the coast or in the amazon, the answer was:
We be chillin, getting high all day in this crazy mother of a jungle.