It rained. I stood with all the boys in the high school on the front entrance to the school during lunch. We breathed the air washed clean in the gulps of people too dry, too long.
Little girls spun and danced in the drops like the fairy princess mermaids in their imaginations. Rough and tumble boys ran and slid and jumped in the parking lot pools.
In a classroom, a clap of thunder left kindergarten kids in tears and a teacher with tears in hers once she realized the five year old didn’t recognize the noise. It’s been dry that long.
Community folks came and went, smiles on their faces and an unbelievable relief that was undeniable.
The drought isn’t over and we know that but it’s so good to know that the desperate prayers from eastern Colorado were heard.