The Dry Season

It is May the 17th and we have not had rain in weeks.  It tried to rain the other night.  Lightening lit up the sky and thunder sent the dogs under the bed, but the rain just about squeezed out a few large drops on the zinc roof and then gave up.  Every morning a bright red sun pushes up over the horizon and tries to see through the hot haze.  The air seems to have a pulse and the trees are aching to bend in a breeze.  At night the moon has a haunted glow and there are rings around it like a coloring page left in the rain.  At night it is hard to breathe the smoke filled air from all the brush fires.  Only a few more weeks until the rain comes.

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