The cool air finds its way through the microscopic crevices

The bulb flickers – a sign of a lightning strike

Thunder roars to reveal its power

The rain drops make their way to the ground

Never relenting even when there isn’t enough space anymore

The little pools form happily

Within minutes, swallowed by the thirsty ground


It all goes quiet

And then, like nothing ever happened,

The drops fall to the earth

Slowly at fast

Then they gain momentum

And the cycle continues through the night

It is the beginning of a new season

One that comes with hope

Hope that our lands will bear fruit

Hope that our animals will have food

Hope that our skins will no longer scorch

Hope that water will once again flow in our rivers

Hope and assurance of a fulfilling future

It is the return of our seemingly lost hope.


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