Dark dark skies. The presage of deluge. Under the black and white awning all hell breaks loose  A bombardment of fallen diaphanous droplets weighted like stone. Ice cold, they freeze up the spine. The sudden light. The dazzle. Through the still green tree of life the nigh weightless beings touch down on the earth. They shine transparent as windows to leaves which gild the air behind them.

gleam
across arms and seat
the empty chair

Diana Webb