The fire falls from the heavens like rain. Bright flaming pillars strike the ground and envelope the barren dessert. Their cool and welcome touch kisses my skin. They caress the earth in bright blue light, the land praises them bringing forth the trees and plants of the earth to rejoice his presence. Where the cold blue flames are, life is sure to follow. its power unmatched it settle on the earth, flowing like water in ribbons of bright light, rivers of great might, to the tree of life. A weeping willow it is called, but today it cries for joy, drinking from the flames while i watch as just a boy. With a rumble and a crack, the great tree burst into fire, spreading life forever higher. great clouds form from the trees flame, a flame that now is not the same. for the clouds take, its why they came, and rained the water on the plain. fleeing from the rain the fire vanished as quick as it was born, to return again, red and filled with scorn. Its once once awesome glow is filled with hatred. a hate that cant be sated. it rolls across the earth, not by sky like it did at first. Bringing pain apon the plain it burned down all of what it made, striking death on the hearts of the unspoken. He took their hearts as a simple token, for it was his the rain had broken.