The Turtle Tree’s Dream
written by Mathias Svalina
The darks clouds open into a furious storm. Rain falls in sheets. I love the rain, but these walls of rain are too much. I put a snake-mask on. With the snake-mask on, the rain doesn’t know who I am, so it doesn’t fall on me. I stand in the center of the storm, rain flattening the grass, rain creating rivers down the stairs, rain so loud it becomes its own atmosphere, but I remain completely dry.