Scourge of the Rainman

          The ground was charred black like the underside of a public barbecue grate.  Wisps of smoke from an exhausted flame wavered as a cold front pushed its way beneath a mass of heated atmosphere.  It began to rain.  Droplets gathering on the dirt formed streamlets and ran down the surface of the earth.  They found their way around rocks and heavy coals and, encountering small clumps of soil, dissolved them.  The small rivers ran under and wetted the dark hair of an aged gentleman lying unconscious on the ground.  He closed his eyes to the billowing grey clouds.