Rain, rain

The chances of rain were so close. It was closing into evening and the skies were darkening prematurely. You could hear the growling of thunder in the distance and the air had a stillness filled with promise. Wait and it will let loose it's downpour at any time. Let it rain. Heavy and hard was the growing expectations. With more grumblings from the skies, it was sure to spill down at any time. Wait.

It didn't happen. It lightened up to it's normal for that time of day. Any traces of a growing storm vanished just as the hope for even the slightest of mists. It was a story without a plot, a play without a curtain call. The rain passed us by as if it couldn't perform for such an undeserving crowd. It didn't know how much we wanted it to happen. It didn't know the standing ovations its would have received. The idea of breaking through the dark clouds and pouring down with all the force it could muster was all we wanted to hear and see. But it wasn't destined to happen and all the pretend dark growling played out to nothing in the end.

I like the rain. We came so close yesterday. Please come again another day.
TT