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Countless tomorrow's have culminated into today. The moment has arrived. A title of victor awaits at bay. The question is, which will thrive. Tireless they fight. Restless day and night. The skies have turned an unsettling shade of livid. The look among us all is timid. I stare. Where once doves roamed freely, frolicking in the calm breeze of peace between both realities...now, they flee. Unable to keep flight in the tormented abyss..I stare. Looking up I feel an even colder chill in the air. Back up has arrived. From the north, a heavy rain has been contrived. From my seat, a purple reign can be described. Though not for the grayish side. I see you sun- commander in chief in his army of a united one. You are the guiding star to freedom in this darking Battle of the Light.

The water approaches, like a well rehearsed ensemble, ready to play the old freedom spiritual through its assault. The true war has begun. Of battles before, no one has ever won the war. Not anymore. The sun coyly follows suit behind the rain and the massacre that is bound to ensue. First one, then two. Drip drip,bloop bloop. Heaving from the heavens, like canons do; massive attacks of water seeping through. My panaramic view looks like a civil war gone askew. The symphony of rain sings its freedom song, from verse one and steadily unto. Truly in sync, without mistake or redo. The assault is vicious. Safe in my haven underneath I grimace. Puff's of cloud attemp to regroup to take vengence, but its far past that wish of a finish. This war has been claimed by the sun and his troupe but the scene is still a menace. The lead cadet and his calamity of clouds slowly diminish, wiped clean from the forefront. Who knew clouds would lay to rest by too much dew.

I see you sun. Though weak and weary you've finally won. This moment was waiting for you. A star. Complete with rays of light that blind from wherever you are. But I stare. I want to feel your warmth; I smell fresh victory in the air. Kudos to your persistence. True valiance has a right to insistance...and others must succumb. The battle of the light is over and done.

Yet another day in my western paradise, the sun has overcome.