The Flood
There had been a long dry spell where nothing grew and in fact many things withered and died completely. It was hard to walk without tripping on a skeleton of some kind.
But when it rains it pours, my friend. And suddenly the drought was over. Colours burst forth and again there was music. Relentless and pounding, soothing and heartbreaking. Uplifting and breezy.
The germination of a song offers something to music. Music offers something to life.
Listen closely.
