First Rain

Finally came moisture to the dry scarps and long thirsty pine trees.   Near sun-fall, the night before last, dense clouds pressed against the high mountains and dusky curtains of rain fell across the lake.  Wind-driven droplets snare-drummed at the windows of my house.  The prairie bluebirds twirled down from the sky to find cover.  I ran outside and extended my arm into the chill spray.

Yes, to rain!

Finally came the first rain from an eerie light.

--Mitchell Hegman