pushed its way across the sky. The sun still shined but in the distance, the curtains of rain were visible.
The darkness deepened, the winds strengthened, as I entered the power of the storm. I passed farmers, desperately, hopefully, fruitlessly, trying to bale the hay before the rains arrived. I knew they had lost the race, when the rain pelleted my windshield, joining the wind.
As the rains fell, I imagined the dry ground welcoming the renewal as the grass sighed.