One by one we gathered. Watching. Waiting.
‘Come on!’ We all gave our best Lleyton Hewitt impersonations. ‘Don’t stop now. You can do it.’
More spectators. More encouragement. It seemed momentum was slowly increasing. Perhaps…
‘Come on!’ We’d been following the news reports. Hopeful signs. The experts were optimistic.
The dark clouds on the horizon increased. Flashes of light. Our hopes soared.
‘Come on!’ A few more drops. ‘Come on! More. More.’
A crash of thunder. We were soaked in seconds.
At last the drought had broken.