RAIN OF TERROR

Under the eyrie of a dusky afternoon in September 2020, I saw something.

It was quite a sight in the sense that I had seen it many times before only that today it did not appear nearly the same. It looked like rain and I was brainstorming.

A rush of clouds had trespassed the boundaries of the brilliant Sun, casting a shadow of darkness across the neighborhood. Apparently, the coolness of the weather was starting to cause a pleasant feeling of goosebumps until the suddenness of the storm which brought fiery thoughts of Armageddon to mind.

Unlike the past days and every other day when the gush of rainfall began with dynamic droplets, the downpour descended in the extreme without a sprinkle as a sign.

Earth reverberated the harsh echoes of rain which broke out as though all the glasses in the world were being shattered.

And there I sat, spellbound while listening to the Heavens as it cried—no amount of sacrifice could have consoled it.

I was moved but I would not utter a word and I beheld the tears of the sky pour down with eyes full of emotion.

The Wind held the fury of God in a salutary reminder as to why He gave water to a sinful world to live and not die instead.

The manner in which it blew and the unthinkable things it carried away with it sent cold shivers running down my spine.

Out of fright which made me run almost out of puff, I gave each breath of mine constantly back to the wind.

In a vision which swept across my mind like a quick flash of apocalyptic lightning, I caught eerie images of houses awash with their inhabitants condemned to the flood.

In the heat of the moment, I flew off the edge of my seat in a hurry to escape from the balcony ahead of which reality and dream felt vaguely relatable and intense.

And as soon as I ran into the living room, I made sure the door was bolted shut behind me...

Concept@michiodegrey