I awoke this morning to a rumble from the sky. It was still dark when it should have been light and the air was curiously cool. I inhaled the smell of crisp vapor into my lungs and listened as the drops splattered the ground outside my open window.
The people, as well as the land, needed this cleansing. The heat, the humidity and the dryness have pushed both to their breaking point. The ground was brown and thirsty, the people tired and worn. But now that the rain has finally fallen, a quiet gratitude blankets the city and all are at peace.