The rivers and reservoirs were bone dry, farmers abandoned crops, and the trees lit up like perfect kindling.
People panicked and left their homes, but I stayed. I waited for the rain.
I imagined water gushing from a drain pipe, wind blowing rain onto my parched body. I saw the rain dancing on the asphalt like ballerinas.
I imagined lying in a pool of water, feeling its coolness, its comfort, and, finally, quenching my desperation.