Ken Follett - The Key to Rebecca

“There’s no main drainage in this town,” Vandam remarked. “The water has nowhere to go but the Nile. Look at it.” The street had turned into a river.

“What about the bike?” Elene said.

“Damn thing will float away,” said Vandam. “I’ll have to bring it under here.” He hesitated, then dashed out onto the pavement, seized the bike by its handlebars and pushed it through the water to the steps of the hotel. When he regained the shelter of the canopy his clothes were thoroughly soaked and his hair was plastered around his head like a mop coming out of a bucket. Elene laughed at him.

The rain went on a long time. Elene said: “What about Billy?”

“They’ll have to keep the kids at school until the rain stops.”

Eventually they went into the hotel for a drink. Vandam ordered sherry: he had sworn off gin, and claimed he did not miss it.

At last the storm ended, and they went out again; but they had to wait a little longer for the flood to recede. Finally there was only an inch or so of water, and the sun came out. The motorists began to try to start their cars. The bike was not too wet, and it fired first time.

The sun came out and the roads began to steam as they drove to the school. Billy was waiting outside. “What a storm!” he said excitedly. He climbed onto the bike, sitting between Elene and Vandam.

They drove out into the desert. Holding on tightly, her eyes half closed, Elene did not see the miracle until Vandam stopped the bike. The three of them got off and looked around, speechless.

The desert was carpeted with flowers.

“It’s the rain, obviously,” said Vandam. “But ...”

Millions of flying insects had also appeared from nowhere, and now butterflies and bees dashed frantically from bloom to bloom, reaping the sudden harvest.

Billy said: “The seeds must have been in the sand, waiting.”

“That’s it,” Vandam said. “The seeds have been there for years, just waiting for this.”

The flowers were all tiny, like miniatures, but very brightly colored. Billy walked a few paces from the road and bent down to examine one. Vandam put his arms around Elene and kissed her. It started as a peck on the cheek, but turned into a long, loving embrace.

Eventually she broke away from him, laughing. “You’ll embarrass Billy,” she said.

“He’s going to have to get used to it,” Vandam said.

Elene stopped laughing. “Is he?” she said. “Is he, really?”

Vandam smiled, and kissed her again.