Memories of Olympus

Write Club Prompt #103

In those days the gods walked among us. Disguised as animals or riding storm clouds they came to our world bestowed gifts, and devastated unfaithful lands. Now they have left and that hs been their greatest curse.

I remember in my youth, standing in the door watching a storm sweep across the land. The rain was heavy and the thunder loud. A spirit swept me and I ran out to the field. The rain washed over me. Instantly making me as wet as if I had dived underwater. My wet robe cast aside I raised my head and drank myself full of the rain. Then a flash and the taste of heat on my tongue.

Blinded I saw pure white and heard rumbling. When my vision cleared I was in a court. Marble columns towered and a fountain decorated the center. Around the center were the finest specimens of men and women. Frozen in place as living statues. There the memory ends. I returned to earth. Waking inside the house. Tongue burnt, blinded and in total pain.

Years latter I still know the image. But the rains are all calm now.