The Andalucián drought is long.
From April until yesterday no rain fell.
The parched earth turned to dust, the leaves fell and stems withered.
Yet now, just a few hours later, the fungi open to this mellow day.
Such a response to the life giving pluviam from those Stygian deeps.
The grasses too stand rampant and green against their field of earthly brown.
The small life wakes once more to the kisses of gentle rain.
