Originally posted 12 March 2011
The rain trickled down creating miniature rivers on the dirt stained window bringing a respite from the dry dusty days the area had so long endured. The land scorched by the sun, wind, and fire of recent years lay in waste making it impossible to grow even a shoot of careless weed. So many had died from dirt pneumonia mostly the elderly, the sick, and the children. Most of the livestock had also succumbed to the same pneumonia.
Homer ran outside just to stand in the humidity-filled air breathing deeply and feeling his lungs rejoice from the freshness of the moisture hoping this was the beginning of the end to the longest drought since the dust bowl days.