The thunder rumbles across the sky, ominous and threatening. Yet, after weeks of clear skies and warm temperatures, the sound couldn't be any more welcome. Standing by the window I listen anxiously for the sound of the first raindrop as it pelts the window, praying it arrives soon and stays all afternoon. I watch closely as the wind whips up a flurry of dust from the parched earth below. The withering grass and wilting flowers all seem to be screaming for even the slightest drink to quench their listless forms. The entire landscape is desperate for it, waiting with baited breath as the thunder continues it's wandering warning. The breeze cools and seems to whisper, as it's moist breath weaves it's way through the open window, "rain is coming, rain is coming."
"Please, please, bring the rain" I pray.
Plink, plunk, plink. I hear it, softly at first and then increasingly heavier and finally a strong steady downpour. The earth sighs gratefully, the flowers smile and I breath a sigh of relief.
