Summer Rain

For days the unrelenting heat oppressed. The crops were suffering. We prayed for rain. None was predicted, but we’d soon be blessed. A downpour proved our hopes were not in vain. Our neighbors must have thought we were insane when they observed us singing with delight and dancing in the mud. Thank God, our plight had ended, and we knew our crops would grow. Just as our jubilation reached a height, the sky revealed a glorious rainbow.