First came the dread, fear, the curiosity, clouds dark as night, sky black as obsidian . Then came the realization of what we were facing, the earth itself in its angry glory, and impending beauty. It started with the first lightning strike, then the first drop, but through it all our screams were drowned when the rain came in, pouring like bullets from the sky. People scrambled, hid anywhere they thought would protect them from, what I can only describe is the offspring of death itself, a storm. From my place safe in the cave, I could see people who couldn't find shelter or were being consumed by the sand dunes, writhed as each drop the sky cried fell upon them and seared pain into their sight and agony into their bones.
I watched, a spectator to the horrors that took place a mere 20meters from the hidden cave I took shelter in. my eyes, glued to the terror before me, I saw a woman in her 30s scream and fall to her knees in pain as her very essence was stolen by the rain. Her brown hair was wet and matted, her clothes a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I could see her eyes, they bore into me as I saw them dim until finally they the showed confusion and fear that came after the rain. her screaming had calmed and nothing but a blank slate remained she was gone. Her memories expelled from her body if she stayed out much longer the only thing left of her, her body would be eaten by the rain. it never ceased to amaze me that within one minute the rain could erase ones entire life
I watched as countless others suffered the same fate. The screams began to fade out as well as some whole bodies.
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the storm
PoetryThe storm raged on. Tipping beyond control, roaring above measure, and the very earth cracked on impact of the striking lightning, that's when it began, the end.
