Purification. circa 2009

A heavy feeling lingers throughout the land; the feeling of burden and routine.  It seems as though the earth itself is weary and tired. Suddenly, the blazing sun's view becomes obscured by a dark cape.  In the distance, a flash of light sparks.  The grumbling of a thousand hungry lions invades the air and causes the earth to tremble.  Eyes, worn by constant sunlight, fill with hope as they gaze toward the dark abyss ahead.  Longing, yearning, waiting for a drop.  It seems as though all the world has held its breath in anticipation.  Finally, the first droplet touches the earth.  One by one they land, like flower petals atop calm water.  Slowly they are joined by more.  A steady beat is finally found and they drop as one.  The soft, cold wind delicately flows by, like an angel illuminating the proper course.  Faintly, she sprinkles a mist of water upon all in her way, as if to entice them into a sense of clarity.  Gently, the water falls; enveloping all in its path, caressing each and every object.  Sweet sounds of the collision of earth and sky reverberate.  Another flash streaks across the sky, another band of hope.  The trembling of the earth becomes more frequent, a sigh of relief.  The wind becomes more determined to show the way, and earthworms dance across the moist ground.  Still the water pours down from the heavens.  As a clean, crisp scent rises from the ground, the steady fall quickens, and soon, nothing is left untouched.  Every creature, every plant, every sturdy rock is cleansed; ready for a new beginning.