Stars were falling from the sky
and crashing into the mountains,
merciless sparks were blazing from the craters,
flows of lava were flowing, never stopping.
The trees were hissing,
turning black,
turning to ash,
dying.
The path of fire was spreading
and the village was not far below.
And people were running away screaming
Animals were howling in pain.
The noise was black,
hissing like a flock of vipers,
and deafened the night over the valley.
So piercing,
that God heard from above.
A holy rain fell.
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Dessy Tsvetkova
Picture Nick Victor
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