As I got out of the car, something hit my head as I walked out of the garage, making a walloping sound on my head. It felt like a bird had left its mark on my head, and I moved my fingers on top of my head to see if that was the case.

But instead of feeling something sticky and revolting, I felt the moistness of water. It was something I had not felt or seen in Houston for two months and six days.

Rain? Was it rain? Was it? Was it? My heart began to thump. It couldn’t be rain!

But even as I said the words, I knew with a growing happiness that it was rain. As another drop of water landed in front of me, I heard the sounds of raindrops hitting leaves, the soft rustling sound I loved to listen to whenever I slept.

The drought had ended.

As my mom opened the door, she too heard the marvelous sound. Her eyes immediately flicked upwards at the sky, and then at the driveway, which was now being splattered like a furious modern artist dripping paint onto a canvas.

“Is–is it raining? It cannot be! But… but it is! It’s raining!” My mother ran over to me, hands full of groceries and goods, a huge smile plastered on her face as she shared the euphoria with me. It was raining indeed.

Together, my mom and I stood on the driveway as rain began to drip onto the grounds. I smiled at my mom. “Now the grass won’t die!” I told my mom.

I hugged my mom as raindrops began to drop on our driveway. “The grass won’t die anymore, mom!” and I smiled at her.

“That reminds me!"” my mother said. “My flowers haven’t been watered in days now. Maybe we can let nature help us do that?”

I went to the porch in our backyard where a few flowers had been taking refuge to hide from the deadly beams of the sun. I grabbed a pot of flowers and moved it into where sunshine had been ten minutes ago. The ground was still hot.

My mother directed me towards more flowers and we moved five flowers into the rain. As the rain grew in intensity, I smiled.

Ten minutes later inside our house, my dad opened the door and came back from work.

“Oh,” my mom said to my dad, “look at the beautiful rain!”

“Rain? What rain?”

“The rain out there!” my mom said, waving towards the window.

“There’s no rain!”

“What?” I said, running down the stairs, peering out the window.

My dad was right. The rain had ended.

“Five minutes,” my mom said with a sigh. “Over two months and we get five minutes of rain. Is that a record or what?”