standing on top of a bare mountain. the very top with nothing above, nothing but the blanketing clouds with the ominous dark shades that threaten nought. the water that falls down in sheets washes away anything that needlessly stands in the way. futile attempts to cling on to invaluable people are suddenly stark and loud. and reality sinks in as the rush from a lightning bolt fills the empty void. the only other living is the green at lower levels. dying plants with roots exposed-unable to hold on to what they know might have kept them alive. letting go without a choice. letting go but still surviving. still green and still stadning upright against the rain.
the rain keeps pouring and it outstays its welcome. it always was. i lift my eyes and open them. spread my arms out wide and the wind blows in every which direction. the drops pelt down faster and harder and fail to move me. it fails to move. that which once sent coursing down with the white washed streams flowing from the peak has been exhausted. nothing moveth now. all is in perfect still. absolute calm, with the wind howling and my hair dripping.
despite everything- i stand humble and victorious. And Know that You are GOD.