The Festival of Rāvehnswhenh

by

Finley Vorden

If you've ever found yourself caught in an unexpected downpour while wearing your finest traveling clothes, you’ve already had a preview of what honoring Rāvehnswhenh feels like. Her name (which I have never pronounced correctly) translates approximately to “She Who Shifts the Wind,” or “She Who Rattles the Walls,” depending on who you ask.

The Festival of Rāvehnswhenh occurs during those temperamental weeks when winter grudgingly yields to spring, which means the weather itself becomes part of the celebration. The opening ceremony traditionally takes place outdoors, regardless of conditions. Many consider harsh weather during opening ceremonies particularly auspicious, apparently Rāvehnswhenh likes to make dramatic entrances.

The festival’s central tradition involves weather observation, where entire communities gather to read signs and omens in atmospheric conditions.

Traditional festival foods adapt to whatever weather conditions prevail. Clear skies call for “Sun-blessed Grain Bowls” topped with whatever vegetables survived winter storage, while rainy days inspire “Storm Comfort Casseroles” designed to warm both body and spirit. Festival beverages follow similar weather-dependent traditions. Hot spiced wines and herbal teas dominate during cold snaps, while unexpected warm days inspire fruit-infused water and light ales.