A low rumble of thunder reaches into my dreams and thrusts me back into reality.
I am flooded with excitement, anxiety, and fear as I look out my curtain drawn window and see the angry sky.
I close my wincing eyes and hear the trees begin to talk as they slowly sway, and the chimes begin to sing.
My eyes open once again to a flash from Zeus lighting up the clouds.
Soon followed by a powerful roar.
The trees and chimes talk louder, for it is coming.
The sky opens, and it begins to cry.
Weeping, as the battle between light and dark surges through the heavens.
Then without warning the sky falls.
Harder and harder, the tears fall and beat the land into submission.
Into erosion.
Everything hides away in a safe place and waits.
Things will get worse, but the light is always brightest after the storm.
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