The Kin of Rain

Some worlds are, let’s say, more magical than others. This one is certainly not a departure from the norm – for our world, child, was born of love, and compassion, and water. The sap of clouds flows through you and I today just as it has for millennia, being a reminder of who we are now, who we were then, and who we shall become.

The planet is barren. The old have fallen, and so have the new. Another world, doomed to glow its last spark before the big silence. We know it comes for all, but we always pray that it happens in continuity, not all at once. Oh, how pretty your rivers, Calypso. Oh, how magnificent your creatures, Artemis. Oh, how lovely your words, Apollo. And all this for naught. All this for a world to self-destruct out of spite. To destroy all they’ve been given. For shame. All that remains down there are the ashes of nations – for everything they’ve done or been or said or seen… has been swallowed by the relentless void that comes for all, and waits for none.

They say, child, that our world was reborn of water, out of a sea of ash. We’re the second chance given to those who’ve had more second chances given them than there are stars in the sky and drops of water in the morning dew. We shan’t forget.

It’s foolish – I know it’s foolish. They’ll follow the same path, all over again. And yet, this dull and empty feeling won’t go away unless I allow them one more try. They’ve thrown away all other chances they’ve been given – I’ve witnessed it myself. They’ve destroyed themselves and their surroundings with every occasion. And yet, there’s something special about them. There’s something special about their will, their curiosity, their passion. For what they lack in foresight and self-control, they make up for in empathy, and passion, and love.

That day the heavens opened and down poured living water. The very essence of life was given us as one last hurrah of the clouds struck the ground with great might. We are born of them, child.

From the ashes they shall rise once more. No longer shall they be bound by their flesh, for, from now on, they shall be part of our ancestry. Let us sing now, as the world is created anew.

Let us sing now, for the world was created anew.