Scorched earth is waiting forrain, wearing red dust all over.
Like the woman awaits her man
This yearly affair, a prolonged union
A hard wait, but anytime now
Black clouds, gentle breeze
Birds chirp, sounds of thunder
Breeze turns to a whirl, brown dry leaves dance around
A white lightning here and there, first few drops of rain
There it is, this yearly affair
Earth drenched, her desires quenched
Rain comes down, hard and soft
Soon after, the first seedling of the season turns towards the sun
Green, the colour of rain.