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TITLE: Raindrops from God | Previous Challenge Entry
By Rachel Burkum
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Single it may go unseen, but by the dozen, people stop and stare in wonder. Adorning the intricate tooling of a spider’s web, each shimmering beacon reflects the morning sun to bring into beauty what would otherwise have gone unnoticed. A camera clicks, and the still awe of the moment is captured in time forever, to be gazed upon even after the threads of silk are gone.
Their flight begins from up above, falling on a mission from God. Rolling down the rough shingles, into the gutter and through the drain, each individual reflections of the darkened sky mingle together in one glorious stream to give life-giving nourishment to the earth below. Mixing and matching, their force grows in number as they’re trampled underfoot and caught up in the sound of blissful giggles.
Hurled downward from the clouds, a lightning bolt reveals the spherical form. Gathering speed as it descends through the storm, it hits the earth with stunning impact, shattering into a million pieces. Joined by the thousands, each delicate work of God becomes a terror to the flooded land as the river rages undaunted by its banks.
Gently it rolls down the soft pink petal to rest, deeply nestled within the protective wings of spring’s delicate icon. Its home plucked from the garden, it travels to a new haven to be pampered and adored within a fine vase of freshly cut flowers. Basking in the warm light of the window, it sparkles to catch the attention of those who pass.
Though ignored across the sea where the lushness of green is taken for granted, here the skies are watched in expectation. The sand is whipped from the ground and spirals out of control in a gust of wind, as the cooling fragrance is tasted in the air. Hopeful eyes squint with smiles as hands reach out to catch the long awaited renewal to the land.
Once a cursed hindrance to the body, the cold moistness becomes a blessed veil. Slowly trickling down through the pain and sadness, it mingles with the salty droplets to hide the traces of sorrow. Each miniature pool of refreshing life caresses a face wrought with trials unspoken.
Joined together to form a moving curtain against the darkened clouds, they meet the sunlight in the air. Unable to contain the vivid light, a rainbow bursts through their walls, casting an array of color across the sky. Gazed upon with joy and wonder, a reminder is given of the promises of God.
One last raindrop slams hard onto the rough wood surface. It quickly rolls down the side, pulled along by gravity, but slows as it curves around the jagged hole. Losing its grip, it falls to the ground, now stained a crimson red. Descending to the earth, it lands softly at the foot of the cross, unnoticed within a picture that would be forever burned into the minds of men.
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