Anticipation.

For the past week or so, we've been having wonderful downpours of rain. There's always a build up. Hot bright mornings, humid afternoons, then in the evening the sky seems to glaze over and cast a yellowish sheen over everything. And then it starts, almost like a mating ritual between earth and sky. And finally, it rains. The whole experience is beautifully sensual to watch and listen and feel.

Branches stretch and ache.
Leaves, waiting, shiver and hiss.
Thunder growls, so male.