And,

it started to rain, after two years of draught.

it was 5 in the morning, the clouds started its slow march towards the sky of the city since hours ago, but it wasnt threatening to invade into the city - the streets, buildings, car parks and dreams. planning to make its was across the city, as if a shepard, travelling with his herd, stoppin for nothing cept for food and water. in this case, stoppin for nothing, cept until it cannot hold its growing herd (or herds), and have to abandon the weight.

but it rained. here. now. while the cloud cried into oblivion, it felt nothing. nothing but an incredible sense of relief. and nothing excites it even more.