For the first time in eighty-seven days it rained. The winds picked up speed, pushing in the black thunderous clouds from Spain. With the exception of the wind all was quiet and eery. With the blink of an eye that all changed; thunder roared its beautiful strength and sheets of lightning filled the sky.
Clouds danced their laden burden over the mountain tops. Power flashed its electricity off and on; then off completely as the storm gained its strength. It was a spectacle for all to watch; for the town windows were painted with gleaming wonderous eyes.
Then it rained; and rained.
The streets were silent but for the cool wisp of cloud that touched its surface.