Posted by A meandering mind on April 26, 1999 at 23:16:18:
Feel free to add onto whatever is here... like a continuing thought passing from one to another. It will be cool to see how it turns out. A game! a game! Ha Ha!
Storms rage in the distance- large dark masses of sublime conviction illuminating the night sky with radiance beyond any human control. They purify and purge the waiting ground and all beneath them with their clear waters that torrent down upon good and the evil alike. Leaves quake and white birds glide in sharp contrast to the deep gray of the backdrop- harbingers of the immanent cleansing. Then like ghostly horsemen the winds veer across the water with only their footprints visible and the expectation of impact builds... Instantly the cold blast rockets around and through the watcher dragging in its ephemeral fingers the trails of billowing cloth. The watcher throws head back as arms raise in otherworldly joy at the forthcoming event. At a distance the heavy rush of innumerable liquid soldiers grows to a fever pitch and their ranks advance as a solid mass across the water obscuring everything behind their line. The watcher stands atop the water on floating planks bolted to the shore. The violent retort of divinity echos dangerously close accompanied by the blinding flash. At last the watcher is overtaken in a flood of prickling touches- the storm has arrived. Full front to the onslaught of purification the watcher is drenched. Collapsing to knees with arms still outstreched, the trills of fluid racing toward the others of its kind across flesh and cloth, the watcher breathes deep the power of that most unrecognized passing of glory, the entourage of God... the thunderstorm.