From the Third floor

I smell the earth before the rain. As if the desert is crying out to the heavens and begs them to quench her thirst. She knows her people will rejoice and her animals will drink. As the heavens graciously grant the request all rejoice. The tension melts away and the rejuvenation begins. 

Looking out I watch the lighting begin to dance across the night sky. It creates a dangerous symphony I only wish to admire from afar. Touching down on mountain tops, leaping to trees, excitement and fear mingle as the roars of thunder echo throughout the valley. The rain grows harder, louder, and seems that its intent is to drown the desert with her own wish. 

Hearing the loud scream on my phone lets me know that the flood is here. The heavens seem to always be spiteful with it comes to rain. Wanting to wash away more than just the dry, but, trash cans and cars as well. Surprisingly the game of light and sound has diminished but, the rain keeps flowing. No one knows when or even if it will stop.

There is nothing to do but wait. Maybe The heavens will be kind.