Crimson Rain

Eyes flickering, hurting, I watched inspite of the heavy showers, as a battle raged in the heavens. Every clap of thunder and every flash of lightning an avid token of a fracas so grotesque that just the thought made my heart cringe. But still I looked on....for I had my hopes pinned on the outcome....because this fray was a metaphor for a battle raging within me...between my dreams and my sense of realism. A war so hopelessly poised that the ramifications were clear from the onset....the only victim....the only sufferer was going to be my heart....and my soul. The only tokens of this skirmish would be the tattered remains of my hopes and sketchy but blindingly vibrant flashes of memories.....the kind similar to strobe lights that sometimes cause a normal person to go epileptic...hallucinate!


And then something changed...the water pouring down seemed warm as if coursing with life. The sun slipping behind the horizon partly camouflaged by the dark clouds tinged the skies red.....cast a halo about everything. I cupped my hands and watched as a small puddle collected there....smudged crimson....and then I knew that blood had been drawn....that somewhere up there...in the skies....it was ending...the vanquished reeling under the heavy blows....each cutting through the skin....deep...drawing more crimson fluid. The rains intensified to a point blinding me....visibility reduced to a stark zero....and then as a final lurid signal...a blinding flash of lightning tore the sky apart...followed by a deafening roar of thunder. A roar reminiscent of an evil victor standing defiant over the vanquished....the flash of lightning illuminated the clouds in patches sketching a gory pattern.


The rains stopped....it was over...I stood there, face upturned...somewhere inside me the battle had also stopped...and I could feel the first pangs of pain.....Dropping down to my knees, in a puddle of red water, I stared into nothingness.....drenched in crimson!

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