Piers My Heart and Let Me Bleed

To the West then I looked...
And saw a deep dale - Death, as I believe,
Dwelled in that place, along with wicked spirits... -- Piers Plowman C Version, William Langland

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Lately the weather has taken a turn for the worse. It's April, damnit, but there's been no rain. All we've seen for the past week or so is the impending doom of rain and terrible storms, but nothing has come of it yet. It's been ... terrible to say the least. Such pressure has been building up all around the country side and in the city, and not just barometrically. I can't begin to wonder what it's side-along with.

For a long time, and even still, many of the denizens here believe that our city is protected from several things by an impenetrable bubble of Spirit power fueled by the prayers and beliefs of the community. I can't help but agree, though sometimes it reacts in strange ways. The Barrier has often been accused of keeping rain out of the area where we need it most, and storms that should be hitting us straight on dissipate as they approach the borders, or create holes and go around us entirely. There are times, though, that people get together to correct the misalignment of the Barrier, and rain happens almost immediately. You all must think I'm insane for writing about such an arguable subject. Surely there's no such thing in the world; for all intensive purposes, it does sound improbable. However, it's not a joke -- I'm quite serious when I say the faith of the citizens of this Texas town is strong, whether they realise it or not.

When it comes down to what's been going on lately, there's been unrest in animals of all sorts, and people have been rather tense about the "uncontrolled government spending" and the "Tea Parties" and other things. The weather has built up some incredible pressure and throughout the night will shudder and send shock waves through the sky. Last night was the worst yet, and while some rain broke out, I can only see it as the inevitable release of such accumulated energy... On the same note, I can only hope that things don't turn sour for our city. Let rain come soon, and gently; not only to the dried up grounds, but to the people and their spirits.