Texas

The storm clouds gathered in happy union as the suns harsh rays were extinguished. My family and I gathered on the front porch in our pajamas and watched as a few fat drops fell to the hot earth sending healing deep into the roots of anything still living. Thunder rolled as the rain increased and lighting left trails of purple tints in the grey skies above, flashing like a hand orchestrating a beautiful symphony in harmonic disscord, as it left the tempo to be set by the pitter patter of the falling rain. The concrete turned from grey to black as water trailed like rivers through the continent of dried up grass. We danced, like the trees did in the wind, all the while smiling in the relief from the forty fifth day of extreme heat, and all the while praying it would last.

            As the rain slowed, we reentered the house, leaving windows slightly cracked. The cats laid at the windows, pushing themselves as far as they could into the cool breeze, perhaps hoping to escape into the rain as we did. The rain stopped and all that was left was the ocassional roll of thunder in the distance as the hot humid air descended upon us like a prison cell, capturing us in its solid bars.