It Is On The Surface.

It rained for days.

And everything was

Wet

Wet

Wet

And

I went and lay down

Face to the sky

Mouth open wide

Rain pouring in

In hopes I would

See the reaper

In the field,

Coming to harvest his

Wheat.

No

Such

Luck.

For I have angered the gods.

~Sad Prayers For Guilty Bodies.

Love,

Digress.