The garden are waiting anxiously for the event to happen, they are thirsty I can tell it by looking at the dry leafs.
Each leafs and flower paddles are looking up the sky, they move their trunk forward and backward. Like a dance to welcome the soon to come heavy downpour. Hoping that the march of the rain drops would come quickly.
Is like a thirsty vampire who haven’t suck blood for centuries, and after I finish adjusting my camera settings. I took a shoot of the thirsty looking leafs and flower. They didn’t respond to me, they only hope their rain dance will call upon the god of rain and he will respond back with juicy rain drops.
The sky roars like a beast, and the sound vibrate the soil and my heart. I look up the sky, and felt something dropping on my face.
It felt smooth; the sprinkle became larger and larger. I use my hand to cover the camera lens, as I afraid that it might damage the lens. The sprinkle became large downpour with just a split of second.
I was squatting that time, but had to stand up and run to the porch for shelter. I wipe my face with my hand and look at the plant.
The god of rain had answer to their prayer, and gave them a lot of gift. The each rain drops are racing to reach the soil. Is like a thousand arrows shooting at their target “the earth”.
While I’m heading for cover, all the leaf and flowers are embracing this remarkable moment. They are like a dry sponge sucking all they can; they know disasters are coming, so they are trying their best to keep all the food they can.
Plants have this instinct, so how about us human? We keep on destroying all the natural resource; keep on harvest with no restriction, what if one day all of this resource stops?
The world move very fast, from a dry ground to a wet land. Mother Nature creation had long ago adapted this behavior, and they are ready to embrace it at anytime. Can we do the same thing?
After the war, everything became so peace and quiet. The bids came out from their shelter singing happily after Mother Nature bless them with the fresh air, and natural fuel “the water”.
The fearsome clouds solders had fade away tiredly and slowly after the war. The ants’ craw out from their tunnel home to inspect the damage cause by the rain, and I look at my camera lens the moisture are still there, I took a shoot at the flower.
The output are as sharp as usual, I took a deep breath to receive this gift form nature. It was fantastic.
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