thunder gods arrive with fierce fanfare, the trumpet blows from a distance as the weather patterns shift and rain finally falls. i awake at 0500 dawn filters through mission control, it's darker than it should be, as black grey clouds block the sun. outside i see the tropical garden celebrate the rain, big palms leaves and fronds dancing in joy, the grass whispers, green shoots sprouting up from the earth. 
the thunder rumbles, it's long and wobbly like an upset stomach, thankfully no lightening yet. my flame red tree looks amazing in contrast to the shades of deep green that surround it.
in the distance i see the river run, mysterious and dark, like some fairy tale where the woods deepen. two huge gum trees pained upon the landscape.
i hear frogs, crickets and see the birds activity as they search for food. life returns from the scorched earth, life always finds a way. 
the temperature has dropped considerably, it's much more bearable. my bamboo is growing as i watch it.