Rain: Rain

The sky was the color of dust, and the air felt heavy and hot. Maya leaned her forehead against the cool glass of her window, staring at the dry, drooping flowers in her balcony pot. "Rain, rain, go away... no, wait," she whispered, twisting the old rhyme, "Rain, rain, please don’t stay away."

Focuses on the immediate transformation of nature from dry to vibrant green. If you'd like a different type of story, Rain Rain

Her neighborhood was dusty, and the city felt like it was holding its breath. Then, a cool breeze shook the curtains. Thump. A single, heavy drop landed on the ledge. Then, pitter-patter . The sky was the color of dust, and