the allure of the sunless day has led to something charismatic and quite finit it it's own right.
loving the way and older patron shall balk when I exclaim my esteemed happiness for the rain clouds that provide cover.
as a nightsider there are fewer days to which I would call my summer or "fun" days
today such gales brought even the wamphyrii to the surface from the caves deep below and up on high
every crack of white hot lightning and rolling thunder dares "them" to disrupt our day!
rejoice as the sun has fled and we shall walk along the daysiders and remark effortlessly how this one looks and that one appears or wonder what that one is thinking!
to eat amongst them and blend in is our own "hallowed" day as we later pretend to be creatures we are not as we feel the wet costumes and forget the rest "see" us as we stand alone in the downpour taking count of the each "prey" amongst the pack of rude and leering gazes
ne'er do we ever intend to sup on their weak-flesh and their impure blood but t'is good to pretend for a day
every male, female and child was a king or queen or prince(ess)ly heiress today for my brethren.
as the fates blew the cold winds and the whirlwinds that would destroy the fun and hopes of mankind we rejoice for t'is our turn to have fun
to the stores and to the malls and to the shoppes we flock in the light of day and with the cover of gods' graces and the cottony pillows of darkness they sent
"oh what have I done to deserve such a fond moment to spend with my child?"
can anyone grasp the awkwardness one must feel to see a gaie and content mother wolf out on the hunt for activities and such with her lil pup close at her heels?
would anyone appreciate the cool tears of the gods as they smiled upon the two disturbingly different creatures proudly facing the wind with a mirthy and earned smile of joy?
does any person understand the rain washes away the vile stares of unknowledgable judgement as the lookers on turn up their noses is supposition to the matron and the "shirking" of protection she afforded her child?
a child so strong and stronger yet than most grown men and athletes, who was so fond and happy in the company of the rain and gales and as they pelt her flaming soul
the regal behemoth stature of the matron as she willowed fastidiously through one task and another for once with the grace of an angel albeit "fallen" in their eyes
I danced today in the rain and relished in the joy of the cool comfort and wetness that chilled a nuclear temple
we laughed and talked and never once struck our arms in agony or scratched all too familiar wounds open in the heat of the sun
we had fun today her and I
no one else did
no one else wanted to see what beauty a day like today could bring to one so cursed by man's eyes
the value in the chuckle and astonishment when the poor woman of age warned the knowing mother that the weather was unsuitable for her kind, and her remark was "we deserve our 'bright and shiny' days too-and ours are so fewer than yours!"
I will never forget that look nor will my legacy as we seen many the likes of before and she will witness many since
not one man or woman can understand the comfort is not their own but doesn't mean there is none to be had for some!
the deer frolic in this weather and the birds take time to preen as a hygienic routine
the cats stare longingly outside to catch a glimpse of fallen beast in the wind and pretend they are there to catch it
we snuggle not in these times, we bundle not when there is no need
for to live with fire you rejoice in the rain and feel calm in the storm that would burden the humankind
today we were energized and renewed
today a queen snatched her heiress off her yellow bus and had a blast
today I walked amongst you and held my head high
today I was regal in my wet, rain-soaked attire
today I didn't frown once and looked like a model of beauty with softened features
today I saw my daughter happy
bring on the rain, bring on the snow, give us another dance
~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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