T2 W3 my Maori myth

The maori myth of why it rains so much on the west coast.





Once upon a time there was a young man called Ari he was in love with a young woman who was called Aroha she was also in love with him. They both went for a romantic walk one day to the tops of the southern alps on the other side there was an enemy tribe/village that have been planning to fight the other side (Greymouth) and they were supposed to come today out of nowhere there was a rustle in the bush sling !!!!! Ari got hit in the leg with an arrow there was a dreadful scream Aroha had been taken by the tribe to this day Ari’s tears still shoot over greymouths skys cause it's too dangerous for him to go over the southern alps and save his one love.