Inky black ocean waters pound the beach and rocks. White foam snarles and whips high in the air. Lighting arcs from high in the heavens and strikes trimmers through the earth. Rain hits huge and hard. Violent electricity frizzles about.
Looking closely there is a lone figure rocking back and forth on LookOut Rock. Pain etched deeply in her bent frame. Her face is contorted. Her tears mix with the rain. Drenched to her skin, a deep heaviness courses through her.
If one could pull back earth's veil, holding the girl is a strong Man clothed in Light. Not all is lost. He is protecting her and allowing her to release all the pain she feels. His rain is mixing in with her tears and washing her clean. Letting her feel His strength and power.
He will carry her indoors, tucking her in blankets with warm chamoline tea. When she awakes in the morning, His Light will burn in her heart. Blossoming into more.......
the shove
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