Whoosh! The terror for they have come once more.

        Pitter        Patter

As they

 D R I P

Down upon us.

The memories remind us of our mistakes.

Trapped in this never-ending maze of madness.

Alone with my thoughts…

                  The INTENSITY increases as it always does.

                                                  The cries and wails of the rain as it dances around me.

S    l     o    w   l   y

The sound as the wind claps back with a mighty ROAR like a lion.

                                                   

The plants are being ripped out of the ground.

                     I try to catch them but my limbs, as they have always been, are frozen in time.

I rustle my leaves as loudly as I can, but it’s no match for the weeping and screeching of these two elements.

The wind and rain tussle and fight for power, I try to warn them, but it’s no use for they cannot hear my voice.

Then silence…

It’s too late. The barren land standing before us, unearthly.

Save our world.