Rain

 

When it started to rain, people ran out and danced in the streets.

It had been so long since the last rain, and they were starting to worry that it would never come again.

Most of the crops had died, and those that were still hanging on were covered with dust- as good as dead.

After a few days of rain the world was an emerald jewel, and the air was redolent of petrichor.

After a few weeks of rain everything was muddy and everyone was waterlogged.

After a few months, the streets turned into rivers, washing the bodies downstream.