This cannot be. I must still be imagining.
But no, I am as awake as awake can be, snapped furthermore to reality when drops
of heavenly essence begin to fall from the darkening sky. I gasp when I feel a
stinging needle pierce me with cool liquid, my body completely still, in awe of the
storm.
The ground beneath me is wet and muddy by the time I finally get up, my clothes
plastered to my skin. I laugh disbelievingly, turning in circles in the deluge.
So many of my dreams are becoming a reality. Now all I need are the wings to soar
on the wind that has brought hope. But one miracle is enough for one day, the sky
seems to say, as the clouds eventually disperse and the sun appears once again. It
beats down as hot as before, evaporating the life-bringing rain.
The dirt comes back, just as I knew it would, so I grab my broom and continue my
day. Swish, swish, and in the back of my mind, I also hear a gentle breeze
whispering.