Tap, tap, tap...the window pane beckons.
Glance. It's getting darker.
Clouds roll in slowly, gathering mass like the base of a snowman pushed slowly...but steadily.
Flash. In the distance and seconds later it sounds as though they were trumpets announcing the fanfare of her arrival. Homework abandoned, standing on the hot pavement. Waiting, watching. The ground is speckled with the first evidences. The smell has been here longer than expected. A mixture of earth and moisture caked together into an aroma that cannot be duplicated. Drops land, like icing, on the world below making barely any sound individually, but rising to a beautiful cacophony resonating from any and all directions. The world grows heavy and draws a labored breath. Releasing, steam rises from the ground and adds its gentle perfume. Like white noise, nothing can be heard, but there is no silence. The mind clears and thoughts come quickly. Puddles gather as the festivities continue. The sound fades, the air clears, the clouds part, and silence pervades. The world holds it's breath now, waiting for the next chance it will have to celebrate the rain.
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