Rainfalls

The storms come rushing in our beautiful town. The clouds choke the scorching sun, not allowing even the slightest bit to warm the heart of an innocent child. The mountains, the grass, the roads gasp for breath as the water comes pouring down with speeds, uncontrollable, for the human-race. The heavens are mourning. For what? for what, we cry. The once beautiful skies are hidden by a dusty, cold cover which begin to groan which then turns into a loud yell,  for every soul to hear. We stay in our houses, not daring to encounter that great, angry storm.

But, wait! the terrible sounds once heard begins to cease. The rain still pours but the only thing to be heard is the simple drip-drop, hitting the pavement. The clouds begin to lighten once again, as the sun comes out of despair, to kiss the once gasping mountain tops, our skin, the grass. She brings the most refreshing smell to everyone, the most luminous light of hope which we thought we lost. The children grin as they slip into their rain boots. That frightening storm once so horrid, is now the most welcoming sight they've seen.