Can you hear it?
Growls of thunder—a thousand soldiers’ feet marching across a slate battlefield, rent by mires of dust and bone.
Use your ears, not your eyes,
For these are not soldiers who can be seen.
Torrential rain, weeping from the battles, a reminder of the loved ones lost and still to leave, faces melted by the poisonous clouds of war.
Fingers of lightning wrenching the sky asunder, jagged, pulling, sudden. The cries of generals; the tattoo of the drums, sharp and bold among the footsteps of thunder, the wail of dearly departed joy.
It’s all among the rain.
A call to arms.
March to victory,
Across a sky split by war.
Can you hear the fearful drums a-beating?
In the rain.
All you have to do is listen.
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Just as inspiring the second time around!