It’s here.
I’ve been waiting and watching in the distance.
Anticipation.
As the clouds persist,
the sky breaks.
Slow at first and then unforgiving in its downpour.
The air changes.
Senses heighten as the greenery becomes so vibrant against gray skies.
You can taste and smell its life in the air.
Trees stand resolute in the reckless abandon of the sky.
As she cleanses herself of the sorrows of this world,
bellowing and sobbing and shrieking,
bearing the burdens of all,
unable to look away.
So she cleanses all.
Redemption in the rapture.