Vultures before the Rain

Hay can be dried in a drought. The sun shines down and the balers roar. Dusty clouds thicken the air. Not like the lush spring hay, at all. With the bales spaced far across the field, quiet falls briefly in the fields. With the harvest ready to be stored up, and the tractors gone, they come.
They saunter across the dry gold sharpness.
Slowing to look for the dead.
Stopping to pick at the dead .
The drought has brought a time to bale the hay. A time to gather what was there all along but had needed a dry spell to become all it could be.
How the hay is baled brings death to somethings in the field. Things you can’t see through the tall hay. Little things which would have eventually tried to come in your home and contaminate the very food you would bless. These vultures come not to take the harvest… they come to take the rot away. No one wants the rot there anyway its not part of the harvest.
Time to get rid of the dead pieces lost in the drought.
So in this case the drought brings the harvest… and then the rot from the harvest is taken away. The vultures aren’t always there to take what you have, sometimes they are there just to slough away some of the stuff you didn’t want or need anymore.

And then….
sometimes right in the middle,
when you think you will go back to being nothing more then the dust you came from….
you get a small reprieve…

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