Aš buvau namuose ir laukiau, kol ateis lietus

"I was at home waiting for the rain" tells the story of five women: three sisters, their mother and grandmother. They have been waiting for many years for the return of their brother, son and grandson, whom their father chased out of the house after an argument. The women's lives seem to have stopped, frozen in time. He's back, as it were, asleep, stretched out in his bed, which the women have kept for him. But is he really asleep? Is he dying? We don't see him on stage, but the sense that he's there, that he won't leave, hangs in the air. Like a promise, the hope of a better future. Or is it just a projection of the women's hopes, fears, resentments and expectations? Expectation in the play becomes like a character in its own right, like the shadow of Beckett's Godot or the approaching planet in Lars von Trier's Melancholia.

Five striking female characters, poetic language, metaphors that captivate, mesmerize, all the more so as the play speaks of our inescapable desire to be, to realize ourselves.