We have had a few typhoons and storms in a row here, and the strong rains must have had something to do with this track. It started as a straight and simple stoner rock track and then evolved into something else. It even came with a short story.

When a drought hits a place, the earth crackles, dust mixes with the air and even the dry wind does not bring relief. Droughts can last weeks or even months. The only way to solve this is to call the rainmakers.
Archibald is the spokesperson for the rainmakers. This tall aborigine, with a luxurious beard, is dressed in a sharp brown suit, which contrast with his vibram five fingers shoes. You can be sharp and comfortable, that's his philosophy. He brings his troop of flotsam and jetsam to bring back the clouds, the thunder, and the rain.
There is Maggie. She always looks like she's right out of high school, with piggy tails and jeans overall. When she's not behind the drums beating as if there is no tomorrow, she lies on a long chair reading Schopenhauer while sipping coffee. Then there are the three brothers who play bass and the two guitars. They look exactly like clones, even down to the clothes. Flip flops, hawaiian shirts open on their hairy belly, big white beard, fuzzy hair and big black sunglasses. They never speak. It's more a grunt, usually due to an everlasting nasty hangover, except when they plug the instruments and the music takes over. Piotr in the back, with the crackled clown make-up. This short Tibetan fellow was raised in a temple and is an expert at Tuvan singing. He does not speak much either, but has a large smile and bright eyes. At last, Mathilda, also wearing a sharp suit and five fingers vibram shoes. She is polishing the brass instruments and taking the rainstick out of its box. They look like a weird carnival troop, maybe assembled from the remains of a random party in Las Vegas at 4am. Nobody would think they could stagger to their instruments, let alone summon the rain.

They don't do it for free, mind you. There is a payment. A pack of sunflower seeds, 1 once of fresh milk and a lonely sock.

When Archibald starts singing with the didgeridoo, as Maggie sits behinds the drums, the brothers plug their instruments, Piotr closes his eyes and opens his mouth, Mathilda brings her saxophone, the air changes, it becomes electric, the wind settles as if the world is holding its breath. And then it starts, and the clouds come, the thunder rumbles and rain flows and flows.

Done with FL studio. Live guitars and bass. I programmed the drums this time and added a couple more samples to give it more life. And used more samples for throat singing, rain, thunder, etc etc.