Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Spring rains get tiresome.  Won't they ever go away?  Then they do go away and the prairies turn brown.

The springs, ponds and creeks almost go dry.

Your heart and the earth and it's plants and creatures yearn for the refreshing rain.  Clouds form.

Could the rains be coming?  No.  They drift away on the wind and with it your heart falls.

 In the night you awake.  You hear an old friend outside your window and you wake your husband and drift back to sleep to the gentle melody of a soft rain falling.