You have to have lived through a drought to know the joy of the first drops of rain, that first roll of thunder that proves productive, the turning up of one’s face to the heavens to catch the rain fall, as it brings the prospect of resumed life and fortunes.
For without rain we quickly start to lose our food supplies, verdant soils turn to dust, and crops die as they stand, which may all seem a long way away as we sit now at the other end of the weather spectrum, inundated every day, soaked, wading through rain waters, grappling with flooding.
