

And then the Rains came...It was time to leave, he decided. He had waited for long … long days, longer nights; but nothing had changed. Now, he looked out of the window, to the barren, scorched fields that stretched out as far as the eye could see, to the skeletons of trees that lined the dusty road. He looked and he despaired. He loved this land, and so he had waited longer than ever before.And then the Rains came...
Sitting in the house with the old man, waiting for hope.
He stood up, walked to the door of the tiny, broken down shack and looked to the north. Nothing. Nothing but the dust filled sky with its fiery sojourner and his companion, the dry scorching wind
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