Progress

The sunlight teases with brilliant beams blasting through the looming grey sky. Storm clouds threaten with faint rolls of thunder and distant displays of streams falling from the heavens. But progress is made in dirt barely dry enough to crumble beneath the sharp blades of the plow. The farmer farms. With steps a little more hurried than his usual molasses-like pace. Determined to put seeds into the ground before the final days of May close the open window of the planting season.

The farmer wins a battle, but the war rages on as rain begins to fall and the faintest rainbow of colors shines through the darkness...