At last the rain has come, the return of dark grey solemn skies full with the promise of a cleansing downpour, to settle the dust and nurture the parched earth.
Spirit sat with me, watching the rivers of water running down the road, listening to the glorious sound of raindrops pattering on the window.
The wind building in ferocity as the intensity of the storm deepens, the birds are silent as they huddle in the trees for protection, attempting to keep unharmed as the gusty winds howl around them.
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