Waiting In The Water

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 02, 2018

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When it rains, it pours, and the water ripples out further from the center, moving until the surface becomes still. Everything that was floating is submerged, fighting the downpour in hopes of treading again. Filled, battered, thrashed about, some overturn and sink down to the safety of the depths where the wind can't touch, while those on the surface feel the sting if heavy drops- the burn of cold crashing into them. Down below it is calm, only occasional darts of the sky carving through like rockets and dissipating before causing any more damage, and those dwelling here find solace even as those on top fall over, splashing around and shivering from the challenge of endurance. As the deep encompasses those beneath, they are calm- avoiding any extra damage and learning to find comfort in the dark.

The wind slows and the pour turns to a drizzle; below the floating remnants no attention is paid as the clouds roll back and the Sun dries away the drops. The surface rejoices as the rain is wisped away, letting light and warmth spread and thaw the numbing ache left by the storm. Underneath, still surrounded by water but now too comfortable under everything to accept the gift of the Sun, sunken down into a never-ending wetland away from any possible storm, there is no celebration of light.

While the surface weeps for having survived, the depths accept the storm as their demise.


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