Wherever Kira went, it rained. Not an unusual occurrence one might have claimed. In the context of her deluges, however, it was. No matter where Kira stood, either inside or out, the heaven’s opened and poured. They didn’t pour on her neighbours, nor her little chihuahua, just her.
This strange situation lasted for five years, then as suddenly as it had started, stopped. Like God had turned a tap off, the rain cloud’s that were a permanent feature of Kira’s life just disappeared. No more rain. No more wet beds, sofas, car interiors, gardens or streets.
“What a relief,” said Mrs Chambers from next door.
“Thank goodness for that,” said Alan, Kira’s boss.
“About time,” said their local weatherman relieved his predictions might stick.
Kira smiled at them all, replied that she’d miss it, then at long, long last put down her umbrella.
Where the woods run red with plasmic sap
And the howls are many, not few
And the light’s tinged grey all times of day
And the nights a bitter, dark blue
That’s where they hunt, or so I have heard
The hordes of the Nosferatu
Sneaking upon the living and lost
In particular children like you
So steer well away for the tales are true
Of the reaping and ravaging night
For twin-fanged demons are hungry, my loves
And they’re after another quick bite
Why they cry
Let each tale
Spin and weave
Don’t use words
A new breath
A near death
Give each speech
And your work
Will be best
A letter on a page; comparable to a breath, a moment in time.
One lonely word; a solitary day,
But, put a few together and a sentence makes a week.
A paragraph; a month gone by,
A first page; maybe two?
Yet write for love and years will fall by
Uncounted, words unraveling like string.
Time becomes a memory written on a page,
And life will be the happier for it.
All this from a letter, a breath of a moment.
Thank goodness I was one of those able to put enough together.
From the fiercest tempest on a hollow moon
My mind has travelled and returned too soon
From riding dragons o’er vermillion seas
To chasing nymphs up crystal trees
In a maelstrom dream these things exist
And if I listened to most I would desist
But I think it a shame if this went to waste
So I’m writing them down with greatest haste
I think it important that you should see
There’s another world out there a fantasy
So if you should see me laugh in the snow
With a polar bear guard and a penguin low
And think to yourself he’s lost his mind
Please be reassured and try to be kind
For the storytelling life can skew my psyche
But where would you be without my like
(Image courtesy randis on deviantart)