The earth arid barren of the substance that brings it life. Leaves turning Awaiting its arrival. Distant but approaching virga sprawls across horizon. Then a whisper. soft percussion on parched soil each drop tiny miracle awakening dormant seeds quenching never-ending thirst. air shifts sweet with scent creosote as sky opens wide and valley echos snare Nature’s song. Puddles form like mirrors reflecting sky's fleeting moods creatures sigh relief caught in embrace storm landscape reborn silver droplets. As quickly comes droplets cease glistening vista remains against all odds life thrives reminder resilience where sun shall once again reclaim day.