The cold rocks, taking the beating one two one two one. The count of the rain beating on the rocks gives me a feeling of peace as if I was being hugged in the womb, warm and inviting. Yet the reality that those rocks could be my death with or without the rain chills me to the bones. The innate need and want to be on the rocks still urging me to give into them and walk from my warm car over towards the rocks. My continuously searching eyes looking for a light to tell me someone is out there past the rocks, yet I know if they are... they are not going to be seen past this sleep like rain. The soothing voices of the sirens not able to be heard over the rain. It washed away the sins you know, the rain. It washes away the sins done to the earth. The rocks though, they take the beating from the rain. Do you know the rock cycle? It's quite easy to follow. From magma to lava to quartz rock structures to sand to magma. Quite easy to follow. The rocks take the beatings to make the sand, the sand flows with the water to go underneath the surface of the crust of the earth then down into magma then up with the rest of the lava, just to cool and become a rock again. The cycle is pure. Much like the rain. Oh but the rocks. They call much like a siren does to me. And soon, if you learn how to listen, they'll call to you too. Look. Look out to the Jetty there, they will show the water beating on them continuously and now from all sides. The rain and the sea, beating on those rocks. The ones covered in moss and algae and crabs and musss and tidal pools and fish and octopus. Look at the Jedi and listen to them.For they spill the secrets of the world Giving us the clues to origins and deaths. Child, listen and be free. What was the beat, The one from the rain?
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KurzgeschichtenThis is my book holding all of my works for my English class. Enjoy. These works are all free writes and have not been edited nor will they be edited for my class
