Rain

© WHITE HOUSE by DELAFOI

She’d been gone for a while. Some said too long, even though she sometimes wandered the horizon for all of us to see.

Out there, she teased us from afar with her low, mumbling voice and her sinful shimmering lights. Out there, she did her anxious dance at the outskirts of land, slowly moving forward, slowly moving in. Step by step, bit by bit, sin by sin.

I sensed her far beyond the sea, and I saw her dark veils linger. Holding us in awe, keeping us still. I felt the heat, warning us of the full weight of her grand finale, stopping time with no mercy.

I waited. Quietly.

While staring into the distant darkness, watching the deep blue sky turn to grey before grey turned to black.

Silence. Then the wind. Fighting its way forward. Pushing with each breath;

“Make way for the queen to come!”

And she came. Steady. In all her liberating glory. A baptism of land and living, a cleansing to the roar of Gods. 

A flood. A rebirth.
Rain.
Like never before.
Like never again.

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And the choir sang;

And so the thunder came.
Running high, with the Thin Wild Duke.
Carving deep, through the secrets of Lluc.
Roaming the hills, with eyes like rain.
A final curtain on his valley of pain.

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