The clouds scud on high, heavy with the promise of rain, whispering to the earth, and the thirsty ground reaches up, longing, stretching its arms, waiting for that first drop to flow.
- Carl Sandburg
The clouds scud on high, heavy with the promise of rain, whispering to the earth, and the thirsty ground reaches up, longing, stretching its arms, waiting for that first drop to flow.