RAINDROP/SUNDROP (GRASSWORLD/RAINWORLD) by Robert Garcia - HTML preview

Swirling Colours in the Darkness

The colours go into a kaleidoscope of shapes

The shapes are fed through the vortex

The vortex itself

Turns to shapes

The vortex itself

Turns to nothing

And the people

As one family that was formed

Spiral into

The spiral of shapes and colours

That spin them around

Riding on it

Like a roller coater

Then they stop

And stand still

In the middle of the vortex

The vortex turns

And leaves them behind

In order to fend for themselves

Against the colourful shapes

That are closing in around them

Then, the shapes disappear

And begin to leave them alone

As the washing machine-like motion

Mixes them in with the colours,

The wind,

And the palm trees,

Below them

The wind increasing

And blowing the palm trees

Dramatically

Until the wind

Never stops

The sand on the beach below

Is itself moving faster and faster

The sand slows down

As everything else does

And the people start to

Drop

From the spiral....

Onto the barren beach

Far below....

Stopping the spiral

Dead in its tracks....