The truth.

The dark clouds previously settled in the sky; stirred, groaning as they did.  Loud and disturbed, the clouds rocked and shifted the land with their echoing voices.  Dark and heavy, their presence was vivid and strong.  Powered by the elements; a flicker of light, and again, the mist was silver and glowing with the flashes.  

The clouds grew darker, the intensity beginning to fill the sky; spreading and seeping into the white and grey smears still left if their tracks.  The flashes growing brighter and the growling growing and maturing into a heavy sound followed by a rumble.  Minutes ago there was light in the space around me. Now it was dark, and still.

A pink hue still warmed the sky, the flashes becoming blinding, forcing me to blink as the light distorted my soul.  Like that of an old light bulb, it was random and repetitive, all at once; except this bulb was not dyeing it was growing.  A monster angry in the sky. 

Now there was a continuous moaning, the breath of the beast, cold and sticky on our backs.  The flashes growing more and more aggressive; the anger beautiful.  The beast showed us the pain he was trying to release.  As he began to calm; and so we followed in his example.  Breathe still heavy; waiting. 

Finally, it began, tipping and pouring from every crack; water, the release we had all been begging for. Beautiful and glistening as it fell in the hue of pink mist, glittery in the bright lightening.  The entire storm was dark now, flashing its soul as we tried to catch a glimmer.  Rumbling and breathing; in its prime, he was strong and mighty.

The sounds were no longer still, they ran across the sky, tilting the earth as they went overhead. Vibration heavy and strong as it dug at the core of my being. 

I watched it all through the safety of glass; watching a tiny golden spider clinging to her web - fighting the mighty monster. She clung, legs outstretched clinging to the dainty threads, as the light comes she jumps and shivers, the voices; she listens.

Listens as we all should, to the sounds, the voice of a powerful being, calling out to us in our fairytale land; telling us all the truths that lie ahead.