Sometimes the girl is dressed in flax to the girdle.​[917] At Melenik, a Greek town in Macedonia, a poor orphan boy parades the streets in time of drought, decked with ferns and flowers, and attended by other boys of about the same age. The women shower water and money on him from the windows. He is called Dudulé, and as they march along the boys sing a song, which begins: “Hail, hail, Dudulé, (bring us) both maize and wheat.”​[918] In Dalmatia also the custom is observed. The performer is a young unmarried man, who is dressed up, dances, and has water poured over him. He goes by the name of Prpats, and is attended by companions called Prporushe, who are young bachelors like himself.​[919] In such customs the leaf-clad person appears to {p275} personify vegetation, and the drenching of him or her with water is certainly an imitation of rain. The words of the Servian song, however, taken in connexion with the constant movement which the chief actress in the performance seems expected to keep up, points to some comparison of the girl or her companions to clouds moving through the sky. This again reminds us of the odd quivering movement kept up by the Australian rain-maker, who, in his disguise of white down, may perhaps represent a cloud.​[920] At Poona in India, when rain is needed, the boys dress up one of their number in nothing but leaves and call him King of Rain (_Mrüj raja_). Then they go round to every house in the village, where the householder or his wife sprinkles the Rain King with water, and gives the party food of various kinds. When they have thus visited all the houses, they strip the Rain King of his leafy robes and feast upon what they have gathered.​[921] [Sidenote: Rain-making in Armenia. Rain-making in Palestine and Moab.] Similar rain-charms are practised in Armenia, except that there the representative of vegetation is an effigy or doll, not a person. The children dress up a broomstick as a girl and carry it from house to house. Before every house they sing a song, of which the following is one version:— _Nurin, Nurin is come,_ _The wondrous maiden is come._ _A shirt of red stuff has she put on,_ _With a red girdle is she girded,_ _Bring water to pour on her head,_ _Bring butter to smear on her hair._ _Let the blessed rain fall,_ _Let the fields of your fathers grow green._ _Give our Nurin her share,_ _And we will eat and drink and be merry._