A bright red dot screams for attention.
Blooming in the Dark
It keeps raining.
If the gods cry, they must be mourning deeply.
If the massive spell theory is true, we may expect even more rain if our land is ever going to be cleansed.
Amid gray skies overloading the spirits of tired bodies and restless nights, a bright red dot screams for attention.
They have survived the red ants, the bad gardening, and the covetous neighbors. They refuse to be drown by grayness.
The rain brings other stories of resistance and bright lights in the darkness.
The river may drag the weakest trunks and offer them to a lucky hungry bystander as a gift from the gods.
The farmers will keep planting by the river. They trust the stream of randomness cutting the predictability of tropical winter. Life, like any harvest, is unpredictable.
Let us keep blooming, even if no one notices.
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