The Story of the Storm

The storm that hit that dark and gloomy night was a storm of utter torment. It is said each storm has a story to be told…and they are told quite mightily indeed. This storm held one of the most tragic stories I have ever known. So tragic that I feel obliged to share my relation of that day.

“Once, twice, thrice I called to thee…and still thou didst not answer. I beseech thee, and yet thou didst not listen to my cry.” The words he howled as he passed over the earth are embedded in my heart. Over and over he would shout. “I beseech thee…” He would let out a most heart wrenching sound that cannot be described in mere words. I could feel his sorrow and heart break flowing out of his very soul.

“Once, twice, thrice I called to thee…” I could here his sobs as the tears began to fall. The most glorious rain any naked eye has ever seen. As the droplets became a Shower of lost hope and dreams, the whole earth started to shake. He Trembled and cried a most magnificent roar. It was almost like thunder, but more deep, and divine than anything I’d ever heard.

A bright flash of light lit up the earth as he cried most bitterly, “Aliyah! Aliyah. Aliyah…” I tried to find shelter as a whirlwind of sorrow tore through the fields in my direction, but I just wasn’t fast enough.

As I was swallowed up in the wind and rain, he seemed to notice me. “Flee this place… this bitter loveless place.” He mumbled into the wind. “Flee this place… I implore thee...” Then, the most bizarre thing took place, I felt as if I were floating in a bed of flowers, the spinning sensation had stopped. I was carried through the rain by a soft wind whispering in my, not words, but merely feelings. The feelings of sorrow and hurt…but with a small spark of hope. A hope that seemed to say… It will be right again.

I must have fallen asleep for all I remember after that is waking up in a field drenched in rain and filled with joy.