Reports From Unknown Places on Nostr: We report: the clouds have rusted through. They were steel; they were iron blue. They ...

We report: the clouds have rusted through. They were steel; they were iron blue. They covered every inch of the sky. It rained, shower after shower like it was spring all over again. And then, at the end of the day, the iron clouds oxydised and crumbled down in a russet fire.