Leaden-grey clouds hang in the sky. Two sunbeams stream momentarily through a rift, then the sky is enveloped with clouds and the wind turns colder.
Pallid day-lightening flickers over the ground. A roll of thunder shakes the hanging cloud mass and lashings of rain begin to fall. The wind sends it running in dancing waves over the dry ground, over the roses wilting in the heat, over the dry grass. The rain revives the dusty leaves, and the dry grass gleams and the roses lift their heads again and their cloying scent rises to seep through the garden. The thirsty earth steams as it drinks drunkingly. A dove grey mist hangs over the ground.

Bowed down with rain, the grass is bent to the earth. Frogs croak happily from the dam and nearby a magpie chorals exuberantly and a kookaburra, winging up, calls laughingly in answer.