Martha stared up at the sky with hungry eyes. She had never in all her eighty three years seen a drought so bad.
Dark clouds started to roll in and cover the painfully bright sky. It was as if the gods had finally answered her prayers.
The healing rain flowed down revitalising Martha and filling her with such joy that she lifted up her petticoat and began to prance around in the street like a woman of much less years.
The rain purged the burnt land as it refilled the reservoirs and the townsfolk’s hearts, giving them the strength to start again.