Truthful Tear

The sky, a bruised plum, holds its breath. Then, a rip. Not clean, not surgical, but a jagged tear across the seamless blue. Wind, suddenly a tangible beast, claws at the trees, whips skirts around legs, a low growl escalating. First fat drops, hesitant scouts on dusty sidewalks, exploding with a dark kiss. Then the deluge. A roaring curtain separating now from then, sight from sound. Light, fractured and violent, slices the world in stark white, followed by the guttural bellow that vibrates in your chest, a primal fear and thrill intertwined. The untamed heart of the world unleashed, washing away the polite veneer, leaving the raw, electric truth. And in the aftermath, a cleansed silence, the air thick with the scent of wet earth, a fragile peace blooming from the chaos. ©bfa051525