“…And Then the Rains Came”
…And then the rains came,
Marching and tearing up the dirt paved streets
Like a herd of elephants trampling everything in its path.
Brighter lightning had never flashed,
Nor had louder thunder ever crashed.
The storm’s wake devoured and digested the sun,
Swallowing and submerging it under its pitch black waters.
The winds bellowed out in mournful shrieks –
Haunted souls swimming through the sky’s sea of terror,
Shaking the trees like schools of grouper propelling through seaweed;
Ghouls that preyed upon the churchyard
Where the deeds had been done.
We clung to our homes like frightened mothers clutching their children,
Terrified that they’d be snatched away by invisible forces.
Our guilt stunk with the stench of a thousand corpses
Rotting under the summer sun,
Tracking the storm to us,
Trailing like ravenous blood hounds on a chase
Wanting nothing more than to sink its teeth
Into our souls and taste vengeance.
But deep inside we all knew that the ghastly terror was justified –
The smell of burning flesh still hung over our picture perfect town,
The screams that shrieked loud enough to blow back the flames
Were etched and tattooed on our brains.
The hallowed tornado of justice ripped the saintly clothes off our backs.
We stood stark naked, unveiled as the sinners we were.
…And then the rains came.