With no rain for weeks, people had begun to watch the sky. 

Tonight drops fell and fell and pounded dusty ground where thin plants had set their leaves down on the dirt to wait.

A laughing crackle of rain started with just one splash -- a keening piano key ringing in a dying room. 

Give me green and push me up. Drench me in reds and yellows. Beat against me with the sun above until I open, begging water from below.