
A prairie rain skims over a dry landscape on a summer day.
It’s been dry for weeks. Parched grasses rustle crisply as the lightest breeze sighs a breathless gasp through them under the baking mid-summer sun. The ground crunches with each footstep. Signs warn of extreme wildfire hazard.
But then the rain. Not a downpour. A light, almost misty, drizzle leisurely gliding over the land. Just enough to re-awaken everything it touches.
Colour returns to the land. It’s amazing to watch the world come back to life after a prairie rain.