| Rain Crow A rain crow cries freely within a willow, a song not heard in years. All things seem archaic when the mind has been closed off, or the childlike ways have been shed for longer limbs. But today his song is clear, chilling, and sage. His notes ring between a clap of thunder and clover, praying for wet luck. Cloud animals begin to rustle eastward in a slow motion stampede. Winds begin to scurry the mouse leaves, and everything feels pollinated and yellow through the windowpanes. The sky bursts open and douses the air with madness, as if the flower dust threatened to be a smouldering fire. The rain crow becomes silent, disenchanted, that no one danced naked before his timbre. The earthbound once depended on his voice, with their raw skins and simple tools. They would hush their tongues to catch his distant call, then beseech him to light within their wilting lands. Someday, when the sky eyes can no longer communicate the coming, he knows his voice will, once again, be deemed. He is a storm chaser, a sentinel, a summoner, and his quills are those that spin fevered truth. His throat conjures the darkest part of nature. �DM~2004 |