Rain flowers

Rainflowers by Helena Doe

Every evening, thunderstorms. The scent of rain-flowers call all the creatures of the desert.  The birds and the bees.

They feast on the nectar.

God controls the water. All the creatures know that. They call to the heavens for rain.

The scent comes first. Then the rain, the storm, the water.

Nobody but God controls the water round here.
Anyone who tries to control the water, tries to play God.
Anyone who tries to play God, gets what he deserves.
End of story.

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