Storm

Storm. There it comes. I hear you from over the horizon. The dark horses are breathing heavily. Their tails are swearing across the air, pulling the waves as they pass by. The severe god of the Storm is coming from the highest of the skies down to the cold water. His long hair seems not quite grey. It changes to black. He feels it. He knows, this trip is making him younger. Even though it is only for a few hours, even though he knows she will come again and make him go. She is always upon him. But let no one know it! This is your time. Let me think, you are the only one. Let there be no sunshine, do not let her in your kingdom. Let there be only the light of your eyes. It is stronger than hers. Tell me your story. Ride through the water with your horses. Now is your time!