And The Devil Trembled

Rain.

Falling in Sheets.

Unceasing.

The devil watches.

His victims, trapped in a cage of eternal scorching hot flames pead for mercy.

The devil rubs his hands together and flings peels of laughter into the sky.

For the firey place belongs to him. To him alone.

But the rain is falling. It does not cease.

His domain, his kingdom alive with fire begins to wither.

The roar and fury of hungry red-blue-orange flames soften into sizzles.

Fuzzy puffballs of steam rise up from the ground.

Rain.

Water.

Water, Source of Life brings compassion, justice and love into a hurting world.

The Devil Watches

And Trembles.