Today I am writing in green because rain is pouring down outside the window onto the parched Sydney ground, offering a symbol of hope that life will come soon, shooting up. Plants will grow, nature will revive because of the miracle that is skywater.

It has been raining solidly this morning and yesterday there was an enormous storm. The rain has interrupted my plans to go and eat hot chips, however I am rejoicing and hopeful because droughts can end, fires can end and things can change. The world has been watching and praying and the skies have opened, drenching us in this beautiful epiphany of droplets. The sky is singing a rain song.

Rain is droplets of water that fall from clouds. Heat from the Sun turns moisture (water) from plants and leaves, as well as oceans, lakes, and rivers, into water vapour (gas), which disappears into the air. This vapour rises, cools, and changes into tiny water droplets, which form clouds.

So far there an inch of rain has fallen in Sydney and three inches in some areas of Austealia. This will greatly help in regard to putting out the fires.

Here is a lovely rain poem

Your Sweet Wet Lips

© Nizamettin Esen Haymanali

Your languorous glances
Whisper their longing
For me always gently
To my yearning ears
Through all my dreams

Those wonderful words of love
Hidden under the lingering
Shadow of your rainbow
Colored eloquently
Pretty lips

Fall in roseates
Of wet and warm kisses
Towards my cloudy dreams

My hope recipe today is simply this: we experience drought in many areas of our lives. Sometimes we feel stagnant and sometimes hopeless. But eventually the rain will come.