A.C. Calvert

Gone Is The Sweet Rain

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Once the Valley was our home, our sanctuary, and our piece of heaven on earth. Tucked and hidden from the rest of the world our home was bountiful. The soil seemed to grow anything you put into it. The mines seemed to be a never-ending source of riches whether its gold, silver, jewels or iron. The water was so clear and blue and always refreshing. The rain was something to behold as well, it always seemed to come at the right time not being too heavy nor too light. Just perfect and it tasted and smelled so sweet as it fell. Oh how I miss that rain. That is all but a distant memory now. We are a broken people and the Valley is no more. For now.