Thunder and lighting rent the sky as the villagers watched with hope gleaming in their parched eyes.
At the first sight of the beautiful raindrops, they rushed out of their homes, filling the air with their joyous voices and their mouths upturned to receive the first showers of the season.
Raina stepped out of the hovel that housed her small family, drawing the flimsy sari across her shaking shoulders, watching the rain come down in welcoming waves.
She had waited eagerly for the rains, so that they could wash away that feeling that she had held in the recesses of her heart.
Her tears mixed with the rain and stroked their way down her cheeks and into the curve of her bosom, just as his pawing hands had done last month while her parents slept in the other room, unaware that their guest was having his way with their child.
Written for Five Sentence Fiction's Prompt: Rain