Rainstorm Part IV

I would recommend reading the first three before this one.

 

She moved slowly –

Almost like a small

Child just learning

To walk,

Unsteady on

Uneasy feet,

But she was not

Concerned, for

This was surely only

An after-effect

Of the shock

The brilliant,

Beautiful light

Had imposed upon

Her mortal body.

The first steps

Were wobbly,

But the next few

Were better,

And in the steps after

The confidence

Had returned

To her walk.

The rain, of course,

Never ceased,

But the lightening

Had begun to

Draw away from

The malevolent

Street, taking

With it the resounding

Bursts of thunder,

But they could still be seen

From far off,

Dancing, twirling

Around the sky.

She turned to see

A gathering around

The pole previously

Gifted with such

Graceful magnificence.

But they were not

Awed, as she had been –

            Not comforted by the rain

            Or reassured by the lightening

            Or eased by the thunder

No, these people

Were silent –

A gathering

Of ghosts,

And she was drawn

To their despair

Like an insect

Enraptured by the light,

And like that insect,

She could not help

But draw closer.

It was then she saw –

Then she understood –

That it was not

The crowd that

Were the ghosts –

It was she.

 

The residual

Rain continued

To fall,

Mixing with the tears

Of the crowd

As they had done

For her

Only minutes before,

And the thunder

Crashed and boomed

In the distance,

Following the lightening

Which fled

The scene

After claiming

Her as its own.

And she found

Ghostly tears

On her own face

As she recognized

One of the crowd –

The boy whom

She had believed

            Unfeeling

            Uncaring

            Unsympathetic,

A single wet,

Perfectly yellow

Rose within his hand.

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[Andromeda]

aaaaaaaawh. very very very good job.