you feel so far, far off the ground. with skin so gray, gray with piercing mist. you feel so heavy, heavy rain runs down your feet. with a voice of malice, malice to warn the peaks. then there is light, light with fire and ash. with a spark of death, death to the life you drown. you watch the flood, flood of fleeing children. with winds to tear, tear into homes. at last there is silence, silence to mourn. when light returns, there is no fear.