It was the rain, come gentle and soft on brittle brown grass. Mere mist, then soft shower, then finally, when all was softened to soak it up, the downpour.
And before our eyes the brown came green, the life blushed up, to take in light from above and thrive again.
Let my teaching drop as the rain, My speech distill as the dew, As raindrops on the tender herb, And as showers on the grass. -Deuteronomy 32:2