No. I like blood. But I love rain. "Blood and rain" (Nice title for something. Wait for it. I mean it.) And today I saw in the news that there was a "marine tornado" (or a whirlwind [marine whirlwind, I guess], or, as the dictionary says, a waterspout) near the Puerto Rican north or east coast, I didn't hear well... But it doesn't matter, they showed a picture, and it was impressive. I hope I see one myself. They are an exciting sight next to the hurricanes (which I had a nice dream about... that's another post, tho). They occur only on the ocean, there are witnesses that say that they have touched land. I hope I get to see one, I hope I don't get caught in one!
So, now, here, something nice.
Rain, Wind and the Ocean
Rain and wind unite on the ocean, as if they were a marrying couple. The wind came first. With his white tux flying in the space. He rushed through the aisle with hurry, but he had to, the aisle is the size of the Atlantic. His hair is invisible, but you can feel it, you can hear it flapping against his face. It is long. Long and soft. If you were going to run your hand through it you would feel every cold strand caressing the tips of your fingers. Then came the rain. With her white wedding dress falling and spreading, like water, all over the aisle. She also rushed through the aisle, rustling, a murmur that she did whenever she took a step. Her hair is black, and even longer than her future husband's hair, fuller, deeper, if you were to brush it, your hand would be lost in waves of blurs, like fog.
And they married. The bells of the tides jingle in your mind.
The wind grabbed the rain. He took her on his arms, and walked back to the doors of the Atlantic. You can see her dress just everywhere, there is no escaping it, there is no escaping that a piece of it falls over you, or that it sweeps your feet. But the wind is strong and quick, it quickly takes the dress off of you.
You were invited to their wedding, and you didn't know. You don't even know how you came to see their union on the ocean, you are just there, present, for no reason. Maybe you were just walking by the ocean and you saw the multitude of people, and when you came inside the ocean, the Atlantic ocean, you were just taken aback by the bride's and groom's beauty. Their almost pure, transparent beauty. But, you were also invited to their reception. And you didn't know. It was not far from the ocean. It was on the coast. You just followed them, like a zombie, like a hummingbird to the flowers. You were so amazed by their grandeur that you couldn't just leave without watching them dance at least one piece.
And there they were. Both of them. Near the coast. The wind started to rotate on the shallow end of the beach. The rain started to twirl and wave on the deep end of the beach. And then they both reached onto each other's arms and danced. From the sky you could see their power. The clouds started to point down into the center of them. They couldn't stop dancing the slow first dance. The wind's invisible hair was mixed with the rain's dark hair and they turned into a gray vortex that connected the sky to the coast. And when they touched the ocean, the ocean flew around in circles, and was sucked into their whirl, pulled up from the beach, like the mercury rising with temperature. Slowly rising, until at the top, the ocean rained down upon all of us: a multitude gathered in disbelief. The ocean was sprinkled from their twirl... And when the music was over, the ocean was left free, splashing in circles, as if it were a flower, and then, in circles it gushed down into the beach. Wind and Rain married on the ocean. And You, I, Us were invited to watch their magnificence.
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