Rain

It's Raining...

The child stood in the middle of a field, wearing completely white. Her hair was cut short, and she was barefoot. The smell of wet earth surrounded the world, drowned by the mist of seas of grass, floating endlessly in an ocean of roots, down to the very center of the earth. All my senses went blank for a minute, as total darkness unfolds into a slight breeze, and the child appears again.

It's raining, she said. But how can it rain in the center of the earth? I asked the child. It's raining She said again, pointing her small finger at me. It's raining.she said. IT'S RAINING!!!! she yelled. She screamed. She raised her hands to the heavens, and the world opened to reveal a sky of pure sapphire, a golden sun blazing in the ever distant horizon.

And it rained. First it was simply normal rain. But it started raining rose petals. And among the rose petals and rain drops was a single feather, which the child caught in her beautiful hand, She held it close to her heart, and whispered in my ear.

It's raining...