Scorching Sun dries and makes brittle the leaves, Earth starts cracking up like honeycomb.
Birds fly high and low to find just a few drops of water to quench their thirst. Stray animals find shade under the trees and in abandoned half built houses. People try to stay indoors to be safe from the brutal heat.
...and then the clouds are summoned, vast expanse of sky turns grey, air turns cool, wind picks up speed. Dust swirls make small whirlwinds with dried leaves. The wind chimes start tinkling rhythmically, trees start swaying to the music of dust filled breeze, eyes are turned towards the sky, in anticipation of that first drop.
...and when the first drops fall and hit the dried earth, the smell of wet earth intoxicates the senses like thousand sirens. The drops turn to a gentle shower, a drizzle. Sky makes noise to declare freedom from heat, lightning is like celebration of nature. Dust settles, plants get a well deserved wash. The roads start shining. Dogs in the neighbourhood start barking, going round and round in circles with their tongues sticking out.
People come out of the homes for no reason at all, conversations start budding. Children start dancing, screaming, getting wet, soaked, drenched. Grown ups also stretch their arms to feel the rain on their palms as if they have never touched water before.
The first shower of summer is like magic, magic which leaves us desiring for more, to experience more, to enjoy more, to feel more, to live more .
