16 August 1999

She is waiting for the rain
Counting the clouds up above
It will not disappoint
Greyness crawls across the blue
Shivering and fearful, she waits
The time is coming
There is nothing left to do
Clouds writhe above her
But she has seen worse things
Then the boiling sky
A storm silently growing
Seconds tick... tick
The air is charged and dangerous
Carrying the scent of the storm
Her patience is a virtue
Something she has learned well
The first droplets fall
And the waiting is over
She turns her face to the cold clouds
To watch the sky cave in