Flashes of lightning in the distance. Silver-blue, but only in the uppermost levels of the clouds. Ominous. Like the flickering fires of an army, camped at night, waiting to strike in the morning. But these fires were in the very heavens, and if God wants war...1
The tension built, clouds roiling in from the east, and the wind whipping ever faster, louder in the trees. I thought for sure it was the end of the world.2
Finally, the tension broke. It seems the gods will vent their anger only in the buckets of rain that now fall from the sky.3
And fall...and fall...and fall...4
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