[ WP ] Make me like the rain through the characters .

Jack was thirteen. The ground was dry, and the hot westerlies blew the dust in little eddied currents. It was n't even the heat of the day, and still the searing blue sky capped air leeched liquid life out of the cracked dirt, wringing out the earth and Jack's soul like a sponge. If only there was a cloud in the sky. One single cloud, or any indication that moisture existed; that Jack's inferno may someday be quenched. But the air breathed drier and drier, and chapped lips licked by dry tongues beseeched a deaf Mother Nature. There would be no respite. 
 
 Jack goes to sleep. In his dreams a marvelous waterfall cascades down a verdant green slope, breaking on Jack's back. The roar of the waterfall competes with his shouts of exultation as a steady, warm spring rain mists down from the heavens. Floating on his back, he takes deep breaths and long drinks and savors the nourishment. 
 
 He's awakened by the rusty creak of a chain, suspending a bucket over a dry well.
