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A breath of minty wind
A rumble of advancing thunder
A sparkle in the childs eyes
The leaves anticipating hush
All herald the approach
Then tenderly, magically, it comes
Soft as baby hair, light as a feather
Briefly kissing the upturned face before departing
Down to the earth, seeping into the ground
Gladly satisfying its greedy thirst
Then suddenly, forcefully it comes
Painful as nettles, heavy as swollen clouds
Molding rivulets around bare feet in the mud
Rushing down and consuming Creation
Conquering, then leaving life as its gift
A sigh of renewed air
An echoing grumble of receding thunder
A smile on the small wet face
The glistening plant-lifes bloom
All give thanks in the wake
The Onion Story
A long time ago, when the stars in the heavens were still young in the sky, a woodman lived with his little girl on the borders of a rich forest. The man's wife had died shortly after their daughter's second year on this earth. The woodman had since then raised his small child by himself and loved her dearly.
One day, six autumns from the time his wife had passed away, a fire lit the forest causing it to glow like the most spectacular sunset that was ever painted in the sky. The woodman and his daughter fled the destruction and desolation in hope to find refuge in a neighboring village.
But no one would take them, unwilling to let the strangers enter their care. Father and daughter wandered aimlessly through the wilderness, seldom resting. Cold and starving, the woodman's child huddled in her father's arms, striving to stay warm. She slowly drew her last faint breath and then died.
Oh, how the woodman wept for his lost child; the endless tears rushin
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