The Rain

The day the clouds grew dark overhead, it was as if a dark shroud had been lifted from the land. When thunder sounded in the distance, whispered prayers were said. When the rains finally returned that early afternoon, there was much celebration.

Every single container that could be found was quickly brought outside to collect the precious drops falling from the sky. When you’ve gone without rain for over three years, you take every chance to gather water you can.

Tears ran down Mauta’s cheeks mingled in rain. Her grandmother had died the week before. She had longed for this day.