In The Tunnels of Time - The Rains

People are waiting for the rains to stop; those living deep in the hills are anxious, those in the valleys are dying as they wait – some washed away in their dreams of redemption others suffocated by the waters that rage inside them.

If they are lucky enough to be trapped inside, the animals don’t venture out -whilst beasts of deeper desire have woken and ooze slowly out and over everywhere left untrod.

A rank damp drips from the branches of the dead trees, drowned by their own thirst.

The skies - grey and swollen with sullen power - bear brooding witness to the desolation and despair.

And the birds are silenced.

No eyes turn and watch as he passes, the traveller who can find no way.