A chill’s in the air br Cows at break of dawn br Go their own way, not wanting to share br Bits of green amongst the brown. br br Clouds form on the horizon br A “Blue Norther” is on its way br The line builds higher and higher br And moves swiftly until all is dark in light of day. br br Dust devils dance with no end br Leaves and bits of dry grass are airborne br Even the sand moves under the relentlessness wind br Plants bow and sway, bending to the distant god. br br Suddenly, all is quiet in this airy hell br And freshness is in the air br Almost a chemical cleansing of the sense of smell br A pungent, sharpness with traces of nitrates there. br br In the dry dust, a splatter br A single, then more droplets br The earth, a moonscape of tiny ridges and valleys here and there. br Drops slowly merge into flowing rivulets. br br A distant roar as the rain now begins br Driving all before in a cascade of stinging drops br At first coating the dirt with an oil-like sheen br Before soaking in and filling the voids. br br The dry season is ended! br Life will spring forth as in the beginning br From the brown earth as nature intended br Rain is here! br br sbr br Sidi J.