Rain

They say it's the driest winter in 47 years.  That we're in for water restrictions and tariff hikes.  That the wheat crop is near to failing.  That dams are at their lowest ever.

There is rain coming.  I smelt it 2 days ago, when there were no clouds around yet to indicate its arrival.  This morning the mist gathered and grey masses have been slowly building.  Tomorrow morning I might awaken to the sound of rain.  They're predicting rain for the next few days - constant and drenching, with possible snow on the nearby mountains and cold front after cold front making landfall right on our doorstep.

They hope the rain is not too late.

I've got a drought-stricken soul.  I need Rain.  I need to hear it fall on my paper-dry skin, to open my mouth and feel it tickle my tongue.  I need to run outdoors in my underwear and dance in the showers from heaven.  I need refreshing new-growth deep soaking absorbing drenching.  Before it's too late.