The last rays of the sun clung desperately to the hills, their long
fingers clawing at the ground, stubbornly resisting the oncoming darkness.
Slowly, one by one, they gave up their battle until the last solitary
soldier disappeared in a blaze of red beyond the horizon.
As the night flooded in the stars above twinkled their victory dance
and the moon smiled down, silently congratulating her loyal troops.
However, as quickly as the heavens had been revealed they were hidden away
again. A ghostly army of cloud charged over the mountain peaks
obliterating all in its path, the cavalry of the sky.
A heavy sheet of rain fell to the ground, bouncing of the cobbles and
turning the dusty dirt tracks into sludgy torrents of silt, mud and water.
The usual soft tinkling of cowbells was lost in the ferocious roar of the
wind that whipped round every corner and through every crack of the tiny
village. Trees shook from the deep depths of their roots and the eldest
were plucked from the soft soil as easily as feathers are pulled from a
chicken. The younger ones, which still contained some strength, dug down
and held on as tightly as they could. A flash of lightning lit up the
valley and for a second everything seemed to freeze as if it was waiting
for something to happen. Instantly the moment was lost and darkness
regained control as the deep throated growl of thunder spread through the
air causing the very ground to shake. It was as if the skies had summoned
all their demons of hate and wrath and released them at once to wreck havoc
on the Earth below.
Slightly higher up from this little village stood a wretched hut,
shaking violently as wave after wave of raw power beat down on it. The
thin walls wobbled and crumbled with each beating and the few tiles that
remained spiralled up into the air as if they were leaves. Still the
building clung stubbornly to the hillside. Something about that night
should have made me realise .
Inside came screams that did well to rival the noise of the storm.
However, they were not those of fear or anguish but the agonising cries
that every mother would recognise.