The first rain. Silver drops that soothe the wounds of a parched earth!
In elation, the emaciated earth released an earthy fragrance trancing in its soul. The green frilly leaves of the Ivy plant gifted the earth a universe meditating in the heart of a water droplet. A euphoric red-winged cuckoo sang a melody in stirring tones of mirth.
The first rain came. With it came a pall of gloom. A nostalgic pain that growing up snatched from me the ability to dance in the rain, sing with the cuckoo, go wild under the thunderous fireworks of the sky.