It ceased as suddenly as it began, the rain, our
empyrean waters exhausting themselves
upon a surprised and sodden earth. Invisible
in the darkness, whitecaps heaved as
wailing winds strained against
contracting tides. Thick and
fleshy, storm clouds mounded in the sky, parting, then
the full moon, crowning, then
the watching woman crying out
as if slapped. We
have always known whence our life
comes, and if, tonight, one more
draws breath, then we have done our job.
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