We promise we won’t run and hide our heads. Instead, we’ll go outside, dancing, and lift our faces to the heavens and feel the raindrops on our upturned faces, grateful that our brown and thirsty lawns and flowerbeds have received some life-sustaining moisture.
Alas, although the skies have been threatening and we have heard the roll of distant thunder for most of the afternoon, not a drop has fallen. In the meantime, entire yards have shriveled into brittle carpets of burnt sienna wire, and flowers wither in their flowerpots. Let the rain come!