In the Land of Cane

.....Two dissimilar yet equally affected storms brewed upon the land, one in the minds of men and the other in the soul of the sky. Both hellacious and damning, they came together not by accident, but by the mood of the moon, which was waxing full and incandescent. The storm of the sky had been building on the horizon for hours, but only when the storm of men congealed did it fully manifests itself and demonstrate its powers. The storms began with the appearance of low-hanging clouds, and the wind swirling, uplifting the leaves of trees, causing small animals of the fields to seek shelter in hovels. The land was quiet, except for the stalks of cane, which rustled in the wind, murmuring a dialog of inextricable nature. Yet everyone who passed along the field that evening understood the intention of the storm, and too the moon, which appeared in gaps between turbulent clouds, giving evidence to a dreadful transit that had come to the land.....