Rain

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Everywhere could be herd the tinkle of dripping, running water.  It was an amazing sound after weeks of drought, bringing all the residents of the small village outside.  They danced, running and skipping, twirling with hands upraised.  Young children sat in mud puddles splashing, delighting in the spray of water.

“Was, I not right?”  Ellie asked looking out the open door at the rain soaked fields.

“Yes, you were.  Your weather sense is better than the forecaster’s.”  Tom said coming up behind his wife, relief evident on his face, as he looked out at his saved crops.