T – The Truth Reigns

My Theme this April is “My Muse Says…”

The Story Spark for this story was Rain.

The writing prompt I took was Write something where rain becomes a force of transformation.

The following is what my muse said I should write:

T – The Truth Reigns

We waited, but nothing happened. We would be free to start again and build a new world. So we waited. Who wouldn’t want to be free to start again and build a new world? And we waited.

But nothing came. 

The trials and tribulations that had befallen us were becoming unbearable. The lies, the economy, the wars, the power grabs, and the total lack of compassion and empathy were not lessening.

We sought a solution, but at every step, there were non-believers or unsympathetic people who still believed the untruths that they were being told 

And there were others. Those who knew what was wrong, what needed to change, but did nothing, either out of apathy or resignation that there was nothing we could do. 

Then came the prognostication. Go to this place, at this time, and the truth would bear itself out, and be seen by all. So we gathered here. There were millions and millions of us. And we waited. 

What was this great truth that would free us? Would it be something Godly? Would it be something magical? Would it be something unworldly from another planet?

None of us knew, but at this point, we would take anything. 

And then it happened. The world ended as predicted. 

This time, there was no ark. This time, there was no going in pairs. This time, it was not only animals, for there were plenty of animals that followed us here. This time, there was no destruction of a tower by the gods, where everyone would become unable to speak the same language or communicate with each other.

This time it was a storm, like we’ve never seen before. We could hear the rain in the distance. It started slowly, but soon became a torrent, then an epic, endless flooding of water everywhere that we could see, but not where we were standing. There were loud claps of thunder and blazing bolts of lightning, seeking out targets, making all disappear. 

Those of us in communication with others maintained our signals, but one by one, the ones we could contact became fewer and fewer. 

It didn’t last very long, maybe about an hour or so. By then, the sun came out again over our world. We discovered that we were not the only ark that was saved; We were one of many arks throughout the earth. 

And the message we received was one of peace. One of hope. One of endless possibilities for a new way of life. 

As we returned to our homes, which surprisingly had not changed. We saw that everything was just as we left it. Nothing had changed. No one had disappeared. 

The only difference was in us. We had seen the end. We had found the truth. We had found each other. We had hope.

I’m not sure what all those who did not follow us out to that place saw, but they clearly had seen something. For things began to change. More people opened their eyes and saw the consequences of following the path that they were on. More people were willing to stand up to the wrongs perpetrated against us. Our numbers grew, and we really did have power.

And so it was. And so, with optimism and hope, it will be. 

Author’s note:

I include this poem that I wrote in 2018. My viewpoint hasn’t changed.

Let it Rain

Let the rain fall from clouds so gray.
Let it push away problems one more day.
Let it cleanse the soul, and free our mind.
Disrupt life’s pattern, for a different kind.
Let the light appear when the rain does go
Have the pattern shaped for a kinder flow
That brings peaceful thoughts which fill the air
With renewed hope that rids despair
To show the world that we still care!