without want, with need

i can hear thunder and see lightening spasming through the sky... but where is the rain? there are warm and cool gusts laced between the branches which clutch the swollen and pulsating clouds. down here the ground is dry and exhausted. i am laying in the sand staring up with my mouth gaping. everything is stirring about me, lifting, twirling, aching, surging. i fear it will all pass too soon and i will not taste a single drop. or has it already come to pass?