Z is for Revelations

Revelations
The Trees, their twisted, arthritic fingers reaching into the pale
April sky.
'Looks like rain again' he says. Slowly, deliberately.
The air is heavy with unspoken truths. She, her brow furrowed with
pain,
concentration, what? 'Shhh' she says.' I know'.
The icing sugar sprinklings of the clouds begin to move in the
breeze.
Moving across the sky like snails racing each other.
Slowly, deliberately.
A moment of clarity and she says.' I know?? I know'.