"I would rather die of passion than of boredom"
[Vincent van Gogh]

Rain

Rain

© WHERE BIRDS GO (Part 5) by DELAFOI

She had been gone for a while. Some said too long. Even though she sometimes wandered the horizon for all to see.

She teased us from afar with her low mumbling voice. Flirted sinfully with her shimmering lights. And when she moved forward for her anxious dance at the outskirts of land, I had already sensed her presence far beyond the sea.

Because I had seen her dark veils linger their way closer. Bit by bit, step by step. Holding us in awe, keeping us still. I had felt the heat, leading the parade of her full weight. Stopping time with no mercy. 

And I waited quietly. Staring into the distant darkness. Deep blue skies turned to grey. 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. With all her powers. 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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