In the hilly areas of the country, streams bring much needed water to plants, animals and humans living in lower lying areas. But these streams only run after a rain. Most of the year, they are merely dry, cracked stream beds. I have been through several spells of drought in my life, one of them for the last couple of years.
But I know that at some point the streams will swell again to bring life. I can't always see or smell the refreshment promised by gathering dark clouds, but I know they will come. The beds are carved into the ground because rain has filled the streams many times before. So, I watch the skies and wait... with anticipation.
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