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The Mystical Rainmaker!
I woke up this morning, feeling numb in my limbs and exhausted. The rain drizzled outside my window. My body ached from the head to the toes. I dreamt my journey had taken me to the far-flung places of the universe to meet the mystical rainmaker.
Dark silvery clouds floated near me as I waited for him. Out the clouds came hundreds of fire chariots, pulled by fiery horses and troops wearing olive and blue uniforms. They stopped near a golden podium and waited. I felt fear as warm sweat trickled down my spine. One of the soldiers pulled out a brass trumpet and blew on it. Its sound bellowed deep into the bluish mountains, then an oval door opened and out stepped the rainmaker. I couldn't see him distinctly. His dress glittered like diamonds.
Everyone bowed, but I did not. I felt numb as my sore limbs failed me. Then, I felt an unyielding grip pushing me down, my knees buckling inwardly. I turned and saw an angel raising a long sharp doubled-edged sword above me. His eyes were crimson, and his dark hair hung loosely. He wore a pale green robe. I gazed down to his feet, only to see him floating momentarily. Everything about him terrified me.
I closed my eyes for the final time and prayed silently to God as I waited for a swift death.
A soft voice mellowed out, "Arise my child! You have passed your test!" That voice was familiar, and I had heard it several times. I turned to see my grandmother, Jaja Kate, seated in one of the fire chariots. That's the name I called her when she lived on earth. She stepped out quietly. A flock of colourful peacocks followed her closely, displaying beautiful rainbow colours.
She lifted my chin, smiled, and then she hugged me tightly. Trumpets sounded as more chariots pulled out of the dark clouds. The greenish fireflies flew in large swarms overhead, illuminating the way. I peeped into my grandmother's shiny wrinkled face, and she squeezed my hand lovingly.
She had grown much older, and her long silvery hair flared when the Easterly winds blew softly. The fireflies now nestled on her head. Every angel knelt, a new chorus began, "Hail the mystical rainmaker!".
My grandmother was the mythical rainmaker. This announcement perplexed me further. How paradoxical! How can she be the rainmaker? It shocked but thrilled me even more. I remembered how every morning she walked the vast emerald swamplands talking to the creatures that lived there. Always, she had returned home tired but joyful.
She announced to the congregation that I was her beloved grandchild, and she had raised me in the swamplands years ago. She clapped her hands.
An angel stepped forward, and raised a large water bowl with floating green lilies and dwarf papyruses. The rainmaker dipped her into the crystal bowl and pulled out a golden armlet and placed it on my right arm.
She said softly to me, "You are now the chosen one to make rain all over the world!". More songs descended on the serene valley and meadows. The fiery horses stumped their iron-clad feet thunderously.
A cold and wet muzzle woke me from my dream, and I sat up. Tim, my charcoal grey Alsatian licked my face ferociously. I patted his hairy face, and he jumped off my bed and ran to the kitchen. A sweet aroma of fried eggs, sausages and Arabica coffee whiffed the house. I could also smell the simmering of potatoes baked in herbs. I yawned and dressed quickly. I stared at Jaja Kate's portrait above my dressing mirror. Grandma, I miss you every day. I smiled! Today will be a wonderful day.
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Dark silvery clouds floated near me as I waited for him. Out the clouds came hundreds of fire chariots, pulled by fiery horses and troops wearing olive and blue uniforms. They stopped near a golden podium and waited. I felt fear as warm sweat trickled down my spine. One of the soldiers pulled out a brass trumpet and blew on it. Its sound bellowed deep into the bluish mountains, then an oval door opened and out stepped the rainmaker. I couldn't see him distinctly. His dress glittered like diamonds.
Everyone bowed, but I did not. I felt numb as my sore limbs failed me. Then, I felt an unyielding grip pushing me down, my knees buckling inwardly. I turned and saw an angel raising a long sharp doubled-edged sword above me. His eyes were crimson, and his dark hair hung loosely. He wore a pale green robe. I gazed down to his feet, only to see him floating momentarily. Everything about him terrified me.
I closed my eyes for the final time and prayed silently to God as I waited for a swift death.
A soft voice mellowed out, "Arise my child! You have passed your test!" That voice was familiar, and I had heard it several times. I turned to see my grandmother, Jaja Kate, seated in one of the fire chariots. That's the name I called her when she lived on earth. She stepped out quietly. A flock of colourful peacocks followed her closely, displaying beautiful rainbow colours.
She lifted my chin, smiled, and then she hugged me tightly. Trumpets sounded as more chariots pulled out of the dark clouds. The greenish fireflies flew in large swarms overhead, illuminating the way. I peeped into my grandmother's shiny wrinkled face, and she squeezed my hand lovingly.
She had grown much older, and her long silvery hair flared when the Easterly winds blew softly. The fireflies now nestled on her head. Every angel knelt, a new chorus began, "Hail the mystical rainmaker!".
My grandmother was the mythical rainmaker. This announcement perplexed me further. How paradoxical! How can she be the rainmaker? It shocked but thrilled me even more. I remembered how every morning she walked the vast emerald swamplands talking to the creatures that lived there. Always, she had returned home tired but joyful.
She announced to the congregation that I was her beloved grandchild, and she had raised me in the swamplands years ago. She clapped her hands.
An angel stepped forward, and raised a large water bowl with floating green lilies and dwarf papyruses. The rainmaker dipped her into the crystal bowl and pulled out a golden armlet and placed it on my right arm.
She said softly to me, "You are now the chosen one to make rain all over the world!". More songs descended on the serene valley and meadows. The fiery horses stumped their iron-clad feet thunderously.
A cold and wet muzzle woke me from my dream, and I sat up. Tim, my charcoal grey Alsatian licked my face ferociously. I patted his hairy face, and he jumped off my bed and ran to the kitchen. A sweet aroma of fried eggs, sausages and Arabica coffee whiffed the house. I could also smell the simmering of potatoes baked in herbs. I yawned and dressed quickly. I stared at Jaja Kate's portrait above my dressing mirror. Grandma, I miss you every day. I smiled! Today will be a wonderful day.
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