It felt like rain. I could feel it in my bones. The dry spell was ending.

It felt good knowing the earth would drink the divine water and renew.

I, too, would drink the divine water. My heated skin begged for the refreshing water to soothe and renew.

Water, enough in which to bathe … aww—just the thought refreshed me.

Perhaps, I would rise from the dry, cracked ground and walk—a few more feet—until thirst buckled my knees again.

Or I might remain lying on my back, waiting for the lifegiving drops to fall on my face.

It felt like rain, at least I thought so. But now, as I float, I am aware of no clouds in the sky.

Only the brutal Sun.

Water and Sun. We need both to live.

Water—like a woman—soft and fluid. Divine.

The Sun, like the love of a man, warms the heart and the flesh. Also, divine.