..And so it begins....

Constipated farts that have (finally) run their true course...

It had been going on for days now.

She pressed her hard, pissed off nose into the screens of my windows. 

Searching for windows ajar and finding them. 

Her furious mouth spewing enormous amounts of dust and whatever else she had been able to gather through the tiny openings in the mesh.

Last night she clouded over the heavens so darkly not a star could be seen.

Nor the moon.

Nothing.

Small, baby offerings in the form of inconsequential drops of rain which dried up almost before they had even hit the parched and depleted earth.

We had pumped her full of toxins you see. 

Blocked her. 

Through our own selfishness and desire to consume at all costs. 

We had constipated her.

Yet even as I sat outside last night in the dusty chair and watched the spider in the corner with it's enormous legs curled up underneath it, crouching below it's adhesive like web I knew she would fight back.

I looked skywards at her and willed her.

Stop your farting and rain I told her.

I willed her to rain.

And so she did, magnificently so, for the first time in many months.

She listened to me.

This time.