The dark blue sky melds with the white speeding clouds, flying as fast as they can to catch the frolicking rain children.
Beneath a beautiful guava tree, they start fighting and they split like amoeboids into three little amoeboids, circling and dancing to the tune of the wind the dark clouds come rushing and joining them.
Heavy and larger they grow they can't stand anymore and starts pelting huge drops of water in a green garden valley washed by the sea and locked by its rocky steep on one side and tiny huts arranged like rows.
Little children run out of their homes carrying paper boats full of joy and welcome
Farmers smile and housewives keep busying for the rain has blessed their land.
Darker and darker the night drew to a close and slowly
Prayers issued from the tiny huts and people watched with joy and thankfulness for this much awaited imaginary night once again
Where famine and drought come to a close.