Praying for rain

Sunday, 3.30pm.

And finally, it rained. Not the pathetic drizzle that evaporates instantaneously into vapour the moment the raindrops touch the ground. It is the thunderstorm we have been willing to take place for the entire week. The kind that is capable of clearing the heat in the air, soothing flustered souls and giving withering plants life again.
And rained it did. Sweet, wonderful storm.

That takes one wish off the list. The other ‘rain’ I am praying for is yet to be. Please let it come soon. But instead of placing one’s hopes on the external factors, isn’t it better to be the rainmaker?