Hard Rain

One day the Lord Of Dreams was sad. He was sad because a Goddess chose not to love him anymore. So Dream tip-toed away from the Lords and Ladies, all the way up to the highest point in the castle. This was his thinking place.

He sat there, head in hand for awhile. This was an emotion he had felt before. The tightness in his chest, the sharp pain, the empty stomach… it’s all been there. But something was different this time. Dream gazed across the fields. He saw the Raven Woman in her cave. He saw Cane and Abel in their House Of Mystery. And, when he squinted, he saw Nothing. The realm of Despair. The nothingness felt awfully close that day, even though it was, distance wise far away.

Dream felt her flesh, still, on his skin. So soft and almost… unworldly. To him that was a big word to say since he, was the master of unworldly. He touched his cheek. His hand slowly worked down to his chest. Each finger feeling the finer points of him. Feeling where she had been…

A gasp came from his throat. He couldn’t breathe for a moment. The clouds became as black as his eyes, and his feelings. They gathered in great numbers. Across the fields the clouds spread. They were waiting. They held their breath, along with him. Waiting to exhale.

Sudden rage; a crack of thunder. Worlds above and below, looked around in fear. Fear was the key element of thunder. He looked to the darkness of his world, in utter and pure agony. In the realm of Despair, the Lady calmly watched. It was another day for her… they all looked the same, after all.
Lord placed his head in lily white hands and…
It rained.
Some saw it as a blessing. Some saw it as a curse. Some saw it as another day.
The deserts became oceans, puddles became floods, and a heart, became pieces.
Through heart break came the rain.
Through loss came pain.
And when the battle was over and done,
All Dream got was hard rain.