On the edge of audibility, I hear a low growling rumble. It would seem indeed that the Thunderbird is awakening from his long summer sojourn.
All around this mountain, the air is gravid with expectation. There is a palpable weight to it as the humidity and pressure rises.
The rain and the earth are like lovers parted for too long and their pending reunion is serenaded by the birds with sweet liquid song.
It will take a while for this earthly consummation to occur, it may be weeks as the clouds build and recede before they finally burst under the weight of their own pluvial abundance, drenching the parched earth with sweet life giving rain.
For now, the first steps in this seasonal liaison have begun, so I sit and watch entranced from the slopes of this mountain as I’m drawn into an Andalucian raindance with the rest of the inhabitants of this ecology.
Photo: Sierra del Nino from the mountain. Curtesy of the author.