Another hour with no moisture passes by.
Plants, hoping for nourishment, are slowly dieing from thirst.
Only a single cloud hovers in the sky, but it is too small to provide
refuge from the unforgiving sun.
The scornful sun sleeps, turning the blistering hot into the unbearably
cold.
A new day dawns.
The plants awaken to an ear shattering clap of thunder.
They cannot hold in their sheer delight as the most important ingredient to
life showers down upon them.
For to them, there is nothing more refreshing than a desert rain.