Bara Cailín 3: 2 ‘Amaranthine’

And so it rained.

Rained like never ever before.

Falling hard and straight and long.

Dark clouds lay low in the sky like a hateful pall.

Spewing.

Incontinent.

Unchecked.

Endless.

Unceasing.

Amaranthine.

Filling the streets.


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