The droplets hit my face, my arms, my hair.  The sensation is new, unfamiliar and thrilling.  Everything has been dry, dry; days without water have left the world dusty and parched.  Now the rain comes and my skin drinks in the moisture the way the thirsty earth soaks it in.

Lightning laces the sky, putting down transient roots and brightening the world for a blink of an eye.  Thunder punctuates my sentences, growling and grumbling in the background before finally emphatically booming its opinion.  Water drips and runs, white noise so welcome that I want to simply sit and savor it.

I missed you, rain.


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