Furrowed brow, she stares at the auspicious moment of chance, before her. Impending triumph or crisis. It hasn't been decided yet. The moment is unfolding, slower than usual- predicament loud, phases folding together, origami style. There is no conspiracy. Simply, a transaction of time.
Appearance is witness. Meaning disproof. She blinks rapidly, clearing the miasma, she acquired from the concussion of coexistence. Shattering, fabricating, detonating, all at once. Her brows now become stitched, eyes squinted- blinding cacophony. Yet, her glance is fixed, locked and loaded.
Range narrows. Rippling together like, pebbles already thrown into the stillness. Rustling ruckus, the trees separate. Clouds confess their lurking and roll overhead, like a thousand testimonies substantiating a verdict. Drops, the corroboration of guilt. She looks up, and the barrage of pellets begins.
Haunting it howls. Natures whisper becomes an unbearable screech of phenomenon and deed. It is never unexpected, yet unwelcome, at moments of leisure. Juncture of static electricity, shifts of warmth and altitude, climbing of moisture, transference of energy- has brought this here. Has brought forth this sinister ceremony.
Baneful it bellows. Fateful episode of precipitation. Downpour of circumstance. Darkening of blue. White fades to gray. Silence creeps, each a key, notes of a piano, harmonizing with the energy- squabbling and acquiescing, towards their doom. Loosing their individuality and collaborating to bring drench.
Furrowed brow- she stands motionless, letting inundation unfold. Accepting her fate. Sodden and bathed- she slowly seeks shelter. Trees canopy, rejoin above her, offering recompense. She accepts. But, remains for a moment- listening and watching biology, physics and geology merge. Feeling a deep sense of calm and pure joy.
She smiles and waves, for clouds, the rain and the thunderous voice of nature- are just saying hello.
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