Dark purple clouds sprawl across the sky, billowing in from the west.
The trees, etched different shades of brilliant green against their
ever-darkening backdrop, stretch out their leaf-laden branches
expectantly. The suffocatingly humid air grows heavy; the scent of
rain is dark and heady on the stiffening breeze.
The birds fall silent. A stillness decends. For a moment, everything
stops… Even the wind holds its breath until a jagged, startling, streak
of silver splits the indigo sky.
A deep rumble of thunder growls in the distance like an angry lion
announcing its presence. Increasing in intensity, it echoes round the
hills, travelling across fields and villages, rattling the rooftops. Heavy
drops of rain begin to splatter spasmodically onto the parched
ground until, suddenly, the heavens open and the deluge is
unleashed.