Let The Rain Wash Away

It was still early when the clouds gave of their rain to the land and trees, when the road became alive with more splashes than her fiery orange optics could appreciate. Yet together they brought such a soothing sound, a natural melody every bit as beautiful as a mother's soulful hum. The brone femme fatale felt each splash that touched her skin, watched her own cinnamon and earthen fur become a deeper, more rocky hue that still contained that egyptian silk finesse. It was as if earlier the lands had been a matt photograph, only to be washed as glossy as any magazine page. The autumn Goddess enjoyed a bit of me time ocasionally; she loved her three devil chops as any mother figure would however she craved the relaxation of stretching her rains and wondering on her own. Hannibal was watching them today and yet this peace was not going to last much longer. First, the inky darkness sank into the marrow of one’s bones. This was followed by attacks of lightening bursting in the entire South region, and steadily made its way from one end of the land of Boreas to the other. Sometimes flashing bolts of pure energy seem to stand for long moments around certain areas of trees. Temporarily, they held prisoner all the creatures that resided inside and took cover from the rain, dangerous, heated light. Count one, count two, count three, then, came explosions of thunder in great waves of discordant and demented sounds. The noise level became so intense that it rattled branches, and made each small herbivore tremble inside his chest cavity. The wind raised to the level of a thousand howling hounds.

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