"A strike of lightning, over the mountains, forests, and teas bushes,
The distant noise of cicadas, birds and bugs brings only one message
“The rain” - the rain is coming
The land wakes up with the first drop, thunder strikes again...
The dreadful hotness is gone
You run....you run between the drops, waving your hands in the air, soaked,
Your sandals broken and muddy
You open your mouth wide towards the sky, catching all the goodness
You smell the soil, the dust evaporating from buttery earth mixed with aromatic sage and dried herbs
Salty, powerful, vivid and alive refreshes you and you feel happy
Your next shower may be in months....."