Bright flashes of light begin sporadicly then increase in frequency and intensity. As these flashes of light intensify a crashing of sound begins to roll in. Then … water starts to be released from the sky, drip by drip. The speed becomes more rapid and the number of drops become indistinguishable. The air is filled with a breeze of release, the smell is a sweet scent of hope, and one is met with joy of a new season. A season not dominated by draught, fire, intense heat, but one of cool breezes, fall rains, and rest for the land. In great joy, renewed hope, and communal thanks people offered God sighs of relief and deep inhaled breathes of thanksgiving this evening as rain fell on a land which had missed it for three months.