More Rain

They returned Saturday night and have been gaining momentum since the brief cease-fire on Saturday. Both sides, having regrouped, returned with reinforcements. The howling winds of the north joined forces with those from the west, and the battering rams of the sheeting rain, engorged

 in numbers, plummets the fury of the battle onto the innocents.

The Ocean's Rage has swollen against the rocks, and the repressed have been scurrying to deposit flights of Fairies in the doctrines of our souls where they are safe until the wrath subsides. We are all amiss within the solitude of our own little worlds waiting patiently for the mêlée to end.

The Duchess of Spring has found no calm in her visit this year, and since neither side has raised the white flag, there will be settling-of-scores to the end. All we mere mortals can do is shelter our lightness and wait for April Devine in the hope that she will calm the wicked winds and lull the swiftness of the rain.

Rain, Rain, Rain
 by
Pridatko Oleksandr
~
Ocean's Rage
 by
Angela
.