The rain pored over the bare cabinet's sides, slowly dripping into the deepest corners of the bottom shelf. For many seasons the cabinet's wood had not known the touch of water, the moist kiss of the sky's darkest clouds. As the rain continued to fall the cabinet began to creak, noises exploding like a dam on the highest peak of climax. The sound filled the air with a melodic moan. Soon the bark on the trees surrounding the cabinet began to rustle. Leaves fell as branches stretched out in longing, hoping. Dew dripped from the bark. Life was born anew.