Crowfall: Waiting for a Cloudburst

A storm is brewing outside. It looks like it might rain, we need the rain. The cruelty is that is won’t. It will rumble. The wind will kick up dust. The clouds with burst with lightning and – nothing. A few sprinkles just to tease us with what could have been and nothing. It’s spring but the grass looks faded and the tress look wilted. We could use that rain. I’d even say we are desperate for it. Water is being rationed and still, it doesn’t come.