Soul Rain | A 100 Word Story

#735 - Our Lady of Guadalupe

The rain did fall on the morning she took her last breath. Torrential floods filled the streets. Tears from the heavens. Sadness from the earth. It would rain like this for a very long time.

Neighbors swim by on dreams. Whispering their wishes. Hoping to catch a glimpse of her likeness upon the water. Those who claim to have seen her, speak of a future with no rain. Only sunshine. No more pain.

Those who search for her still, only see the clouds. Thunder and lightning fill the sky. The harder they search for her the more souls do cry.

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MEXICO - Catholic Saint

The empress represents nurturing motherhood, healing, and flourishing nature.

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