A sky laden with clouds, a curtain of gray, hushed whispers in the atmosphere, as rain teases the earth, a lover’s gentle caress.
Puddles gather stories, reflecting shapes of the past, while the earth drinks deeply, reviving veins long parched.
In the scent of wet earth, the promise of renewal blooms, a constant reminder, that life is a cycle, forever turning, always beginning anew.
- Ayi Kwei Armah