Share this story
Close X
Switch to Desktop Site

After Long Drought

Thunder rolls and rumbles down the mountain; splinters of lightning stab the eastern sky. I stand at midnight, held by nature's fireworks, letting no glorious moment pass me by. Morning will come with rain, and I shall hear it from warmth of bed and dreams in rhythmic tune. Thunder and lightning now upon the mountain promise the thirsty earth below: rain, soon.