A Year Without Rain.

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I sat on the sand in a dry heated desert.

For 365 days

It did not rain.

I lay down in the valleys

At night under my shadow of reflected energy of My divine masculine

He took my past lovers

And presented to me in my dreams

Their spirits broken

Their evil slain.

My divine was unclear under the stars

In my sleep

Yet to be fully seen

I felt his light radiate as I rested.

In a year without rain.

For 365 days.

I only drank water

From tears that finally came.

And the fear that washed over me in the daylight

Relief.

Radiating, real, raw.

Fear smoldered, reflecting back in my eyes afire.

For years, I waited for this glory. Fear exiting my body. Ashes swirling, kicking up sand dunes. Leave my bones, forever tho.

You are no longer welcome here.

Suffering under the blazing Sun.