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
Suddenly
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.
Jep.
