J'étais dans ma maison et j'attendais que la pluie vienne

Five women tell of their young brother, back from everything, back from his wars and battles, home at last, lying there now, exhausted by road and life, sleeping peacefully or dying, nothing else, back where he started to die...
The five women had been waiting for him, for a long time already, for years, always the same story, and they never thought they'd see him alive again, they despaired of ever hearing from him again, no letter, ever, no sign that could reassure them or definitively make them give up waiting.
Today, will they finally get a few words, the life they dreamed of, the truth? We struggle once again, for the last time, to share the spoils of love, to wrest exclusive tenderness from each other. We'd like to know....