Drover has been gone for six months, performing a large drove for the army. He'd told you this would be the way things were - in the dry, he'd be gone doing what he does best, droving. In the famous Australia wet, with the clap of the thunderstorms, he'd return to you.

You never know specifically when he'll return, but the six month window is closing. You know you'll see him soon.

You've never put a name to what it is you have, Drover tending to shy away from any talk of feelings. But you know in your heart that he belongs to you.

The house is silent. It's quiet, the usual rustle of animals in the distance and the rustle of the trees is all you can hear, it's all that accompanies you out here in the outback most days. It's peaceful, and yet there's a quietness in your heart knowing that he isn't there.

The wind picks up, causing your head to turn towards the familiar sound - a horse approaching.