The African rains have returned

It's as if, the skies have been locked up for the past seven months. As if someone took away the key to clouds and rain. From October through May the sky has been blue and hot and dusty. The heat growing in intensity. You step outside and feel the sizzling hot dry air swirl up around you, pressing in on you from every side, as if it's threatening to suffocate all who dares breathe of it.

Each day bleeds into the next. The cracks grow wider. The air growing thicker and thicker with dust. The sun scorches down mercilessly. 

And then slowly you begin to feel the humidity creeping back into the air.

You look around and everything looks the same....but you know....you know....it won't be much longer. Because you can feel the change a comin'.

And then one day you are standing outside and you look around and everything doesn't look the same anymore.

You see clouds converging from all corners of the sky. The blueness has been swallowed up. The sun has been concealed. There are suddenly swirls of greys and blacks dancing over the land. The humidity is rising. It's a balloon. It's expanding and expanding and expanding until suddenly it explodes. The sky explodes. The sky has taken back the key that held the rain prisoner for the past seven months. It can not, and will not, be contained another day. It unleashes like a furry. It pours down from the heavens up above onto a dry and thirsty land far below. It rains down and doesn't stop, making up for all the days it was caged up high inside itself too far away for us to reach in and drizzle out relief.

But alas there is relief. Alas, the land is thirsty no more....

...for the African rains have returned.