The sky is turning into the color of tarnished lead.

The glimmer’s slowly dying –

Giving into the gray shadow that wraps everything around it.

And as I look into the horizon,

I have the oddest sensation that somehow I feel safe.

I step into the barren field –

Wind in my hair, cold breeze kissing my bare shoulders,

Thunder reverberating through my body.

I look up at the sky;

Assessing the amount of water in those huge gray clouds.

It lulled me to close my eyes and open my palms.

Soon, all that rain will be unleashed to drench the land,

Together with white lines splitting the sky,

And roars that will echo throughout the field.

I am ready.

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