The Palm Tree is super excited! The rain is coming... (short story)

Photo by Kyle Szegedi on Unsplash

The palm tree was so excited. It had been so hot for the past few days. He was dying from the heat. But, he was excited now. He had heard through the grapevine that the rain is coming. The rain is coming! The rain is coming.

The chants were playing out all around him.

The insects were buzzing it out. The birds were singing it out. The humans were dancing it out. The other trees were moving it all out.

Every single species in the village was joyous. The rain is coming, the rain is coming!

It had been so hot for so long, that the world was parched. Everything was dry, and brown. The grass was dying. The leaves were dying. The animals were dying.

The rain was much needed. The rain is coming, the rain is coming!

The sun was still beating down on all of the creatures, but they could all feel the wind picking up slowly. You know that tropical rainstorms are always preceded by a strong wind. A wind that comes in to announce that the rain is coming, the rain is coming!

The wind started picking up, and the clouds started moving in. Everything started getting darker, and darker.

Moist air was felt by the palm tree fronds all around him. He was so excited!!

So excited. He could barely contain himself anymore.

His long fronds, leaves to most creatures, started doing their own weird dance. It didn’t have any meaning except to let the world know that the wind is coming, and with it, the rain is coming.

Back and forth, as if he were a human shaking his hair about, the palm tree moved and shook. The rain is coming, the rain is coming!

The world kept on getting darker, even though it was just the middle of the day. It was just the middle of the day, but the clouds were creeping in slowly, covering up the sun. The sun stayed strong until the very end, but the clouds, the thick black dark clouds were too strong for him.

The sun got covered up. The clouds had triumphed.

The thick black dark clouds were taking over the skies. Every time you looked up you saw them getting bigger, thicker, and darker.

The palm tree was so excited. He could almost taste the rain right now. It was coming. It was coming. He would be able to take a long sip of water, as much as he wanted, without conserving, without thinking, without hoarding. He was ready for it. The rain is coming, the rain is coming!

All of a sudden, thunder rumbled throughout the sky, shaking every living creature in its habitat. The rain is coming!

Thunder rumbled. The clouds thickened. The sky darkened.

And the wind picked up. The palm tree was really letting loose now. Dance, dance, dancing away. Moving. Shaking. Thunder rumbling. Dance now. Take this moment. Be alive right now. Dancing away. Thunder rumbling louder. More and more dancing.
Shaking. Moving. Waving his hands as if he didn’t care.

The world was dark now. It was as if it was dusk, but it was still the middle of the day.

Everything quietened up. You know that moment right before the rain. Everything is quiet. The birds are quiet — they have hidden away. The humans are quiet — they have hidden away. The insects are quiet — they have hidden away.

Quiet everyone!

The rain is about to put on a show for us. The rain is coming, the rain is coming!

The show is about to start. Shushhhhh!, the world whispers to one another. The palm tree can barely contain his excitement now. The rain is coming, the rain is coming.

Quiet now.

Hush now.

Everything stopped and stared.

The first rain drop fell on the palm tree. He felt it wash over him like a cool sip of water. He knew this rain was going to be phenomenal. He could feel it. He had wanted it so badly for so long.

The second and the third and fourth rain drops fell.

The world was dominated by the sound of raindrops falling on everything. Pitter-pattering all over everything. Pitter. Patter.

Tip-tap.

Tip.

Tap.

Eventually, the rain started falling down so fast, that everything was immersed in a shower of raindrops. Shower.

The rain is here, the rain is here!

The palm tree stopped his dance. He let the rain wash over him. He let his roots drink in as much water as he wanted. The rain was here. It was here.

The rain has come.

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