Afternoon Afterthoughts

Like a late afternoon afterthought, a sudden, heavy downpour drenches and floods the parched marshland. Here and there, across what once was a mirror lake, wet grasses cast swaying, tapering shadows in the dying light. As the skyline fades into the twilight, exultations throaty and raucous echo from new puddles, fresh waterholes. Shrill jubilations of insects and night birds fill the air, rejoicing over a sense of rebirth in the aftermath of a rainy afterglow! .