He was sitting in the back of a 737 on the tarmac in Dallas waiting for boarding passengers to find their seats.
It was raining. He gazed out the window and looked at the puddles of water under the wing and thought of the parched garden and the suffering trees back home.
It had been a long week. He was anxious to be home, and he could already see her smile and hear the dog at the door.
A good long rain, her smiling face and that darn barky dog—those were the things he longed for.