Spring rains

It’s been so dry.  What’s left of the grass under all the leaves blown from the tree is struggling.  The weeds thrive in these conditions.  I could not see the little bit of grass left surviving if the rains didn’t come and come soon.  Today was the end of the dry spell.  It threatened all day but the clouds were high so I didn’t hold out hope and then as I was taking off the load of washing from the line I heard a small rumble in the sky.  Could it be a storm?  I longed for a storm for that meant rain and usually a lot.  I’m getting desperately low on tank water so a big top up would be so welcome.  I stood there hoping and praying, watching and waiting for the next roll in the clouds.  It came and suddenly I realised I had a lot of washing to take down before the storm hit.  As I rushed to finish my chore the air became humid and sticky, then the heavens opened.  I sighed, at last the spring rain has arrived.