Ulan

Alone in a room for four. Rain madly pouring at the earth.
The wind blowing tiny droplets of rain inside the tiny
room. Floor wet and stricken cold.
Leaves dance. A soft wind blows from the north. A war in
the heavens has broken yet again. Tears of sorrow and
pain tear through the clouds and unto earth.
Riverbanks once dry come to life. The spoils of war
brings life to the human puppets. Rejoice! Rejoice! Their
sadness is ours to claim.
Note: Harvested from multiply.
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