The clouds of smoke billowed up, obscuring the skies, until we no longer could tell day from night. Cast in shadow, the relentless gloom finally coalesced into a monstrous thunderhead. Then at last the rains came.
As the ash fell back to earth, the rain finally ceased. The veil of cloud lifted, the dark skirts parted, and she revealed herself to us once more. Scintillating in her lustre, her luminous centre radiant and compelling.
She calls to us in her effulgence, in her wantonness. Her lust glorious, incandescent and dazzling. We will be fruitful again. We will multiply.