On a family farm in rural Australia, Ray and Floss are living through a suffocating drought. Things will be better when the weather turns. They just have to hold out till then.

They’ve raised children on this land, tended to it, and taken of it everything it had to give. It has been a life’s work and it hasn’t been easy.

These days, it’s just the two of them, a few hundred acres of bone-dry earth, and a three-legged dog. They reassure themselves the rain will come, their boys will move back and take the place on, and their bodies will stay strong enough to wait it out.

Then, a single drop of rain on the tin roof. Ray, stubborn and suspicious, holds his breath and says nothing. There’s another drop and another. The heavens open and down it comes, torrential rain, crazy rain, relentless and heavy. It starts and forgets to stop.