Tears of God

              Heavy drops spattered down on dry land, picking up bits of dirt and sand, growing into globs of mud as thunder cracked overhead. The wind came next, brushing the ash off burn piles and the dry leaves of last year out into the decrepit fields that were meant to feed the families that huddled around the small meals, cooked on quick dry fires in the homes that littered the land. Relentlessly it came down, enough to snuff out fireplaces and flood the banks, while the wind tore away at roofs and shook every board of every home.

“You’ll drown them, their fields even” a women’s voice sounded.              

“They will live… they are beautiful, resilient, violent sons and daughters” a man’s voice boomed out.

“They will die” the women stated.

“They will not my dear… the rain will wash the filth away… it will feed crops worth harvesting, no my dear my children will persist, do you understand why I weep?” the man said.

“I do not” the women said.

              Thunder and lightning crashed down upon the land, scattering the livestock and burning forests, washing fish away that would have been the breakfast of the men and women patching roofs and boarding up windows. The man looked upon them with a tear in his eye, and when the tear dropped another maelstrom ripped across the land, shoving buildings around, tearing the roots out of the earth and placing them somewhere else. Thousands of souls fighting to stay alive looked up into the sky, some screamed at it, some prayed, some broke down into fits of tears.

“Do you see them now” the mans voice boomed out, followed by the scraping of rock on steel as he cleared his eyes.

“Why are they sill praying?” the women asked in a low tone.

“They are simply humans, they pray for rain and I give it to them, I smash the earth with my voice and flood it with my tears, I burn the forests with my ire, though I feel no rage at them.” the man boomed out, “They feel for me, for I cannot feel myself”.

              The land raged away almost as if it was fighting itself, water pooling in areas made for washing clothes, or cook areas outside the hovels the commoners used to share meals. While the sky screamed at the land around it the people of the land continued on, lighting hotter fires to dry soaked clothing, while poppers were conscripted to bail water out of the fishing boats in the harbor before they were taken under by the elements forced into them by the sky.

“Look at them go, look at them fight my dear… the poor and the rich, it brings them together you see…” He stated loudly.

“Why? Why do they keep going when there’s nothing for them? They’re just fleshy humans!” the women shouted.

“There is no flesh on your body, until you have lived as one of them you will never have a place beside me. I could weep a thousand tears and wash the world away, and the two that survived would be my children” He stated.

              The two gazed upon each other in an empty field as the rain soaked them, the earth casting its beauty around them amongst the rain soaked peasants that made to put their homes back together. Mountains shot high into the sky on one side, while a field of dirty, short crops ran for miles in the other direction.

              A man in dirty clothes, wearing a long dark beard and a pair of boots that had fallen apart years ago fastened small bits of rope to hold his shudders tight as a women grasped at hunks of wood to haul them inside. The two were skinny, as though they had not eaten in days, sparsely over weeks at the best, yet they continued readying themselves for the long hard days ahead of them.

“You will be born tonight” the man boomed out, smirking at the heavy belly the women concealed under a long heavy cloak.

“In this…” the women questioned.

“Yes… and in a lifetime we shall meet again, and you will tell me all you have learned of them” He spoke.