A smoky sky left the faucet on unleashing a torrential storm so harsh that the trees cried beneath suffocating grey waves. From the perch of a sinking mountain, infant in sharp metallic manger adds to the song of tears, its little fingers grasping at motherless air. On high, swooping and bruised, a stork flies between flashes of blue lightning. Spying the toddler rattling his demands, the white and black bird dives. Hitting the ground hard, it takes a tumble a sad snap whispers into the air. The creature’s pride broken, it hops closer to the trough. The little one has stopped crying; its breath soft. Aimless journey begotten paralyzing aches. The bird droops its beak as nature’s currents overtake the mountain.
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