the hill under the heavy thunder was trembling and appearing once again while the little rabbit was running furiously to cover himself. zigzagging his way down toward the forest and up again to the rocks above, it was the end, the end to dreams, daydreams, mysterious dreams, sceptic dreams, overt and obscure dreams. because of the lightning, the jumping rabbit was appearing once white once gray, and once snow white again on his feet up in the air. the ground was dumpy, the soil was vomiting the water, the plants have drown already. will the ship of Noah pass by, will it come to rescue? or has it already passed, between two lightnings? or is there still time, time to suffer, until the rabbit can jump no more, soaked all in water, too heavy to move?
2 comments:
The ship of Noah will pass by, again and will rescue the poor rabbit...after suffering a lot more.
It is fantastic to be near an announced dead and escaping from it!
Anyway i´m loving the sunny days, here ...there will be a ship to bring me to a good harbour.
:)
Sometimes it is the wondering of "will it ever stop raining?" and some other times it is the longing for a rain that will wash away all, clean the outside and inside.
And then, a miraculous thing happens: snow as white as the little rabbit covers all.
I love this place when it's all pure white. Enjoy your waiting-the ship. :)
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