"The rain will come." She told them, her face set in a serious expression. "It will come."

Around her the death air stifled the laugher into dry hacking coughs, lifting the dust in little swirls of disbelief.

She ran from them, clutching her umbrella to her bosom, her red dress the reflecting the heat of the day. The heat of everyday.

The next person she told swore at her, while the next group, nothing more than children fresh out of diapers, threw rocks.

She could not blame them for their disbelief, the rain had been gone for so long that no one remembered the touch of droplets on their skin. The roar of thunder was nothing but a legend, the flash of lighting a myth.

Still she carried on, bringing her promise of rain to any who could hear her voice, whether they wanted to listen or not. She could feel it building, pregnant with new life, new hope for their dying world.

As she walk, the plants around her slowly turned to dust, the corpses of leaves still hung on; grim reminders of a past where life was everywhere. Now people gathered were the last drops of water could be syphoned from the unforgiving ground. Without rain the world had become barren of compassion.

"The rain will come." She breathed into the still air. Only silent disbelief met her, but she didn't care. She knew the truth.

On she continued, her red dress clinging to her in the heat of day. Her umbrella turned from its purpose of shielding her from the drops that no longer than fell, to rather shielding her from the bite of the sun. Everywhere she spread her message hostility followed.

They chased her from their towns, unwilling to waste their water on the stranger bringing them noting but lies.

Undeterred she continued on, the heat of the road rising up to burn her feet through the soles of her shoes. The whole world burned from the stinging rays of the sun, but soon, soon the rain would come.

She did not feel the first drop, or the second. They died on the road in front of her, boiling away in the angry heat of the earth. The third struck her umbrella. Then she lost count, as more and more fell around her, hard and fast, like needles trying to prick her skin.

Laughter spilled forth from her as she danced in the downpour, her umbrella useless in her hand. She kicked off her shoes, feeling the heat leave the tar beneath her toes.

"The rain has come." She cried out as thunder roared across the sky.