The vast African savannah was unusually hot and dry that afternoon. It was an environment that was accustomed to such brutal conditions. However, that day presented quite the challenge for everyone and everything within the savannah's reach. Temperatures rose, as did people's tempers. It could even be felt among the wildlife, predators and prey alike growing irritated with thirst, desperate for the relief of shade.
By the time evening had arrived, the conditions became favorable for the storm that had been brewing all day. Similar to the heat, this storm also carried a sense of rage with it, thunder rumbling distantly in its stomach. It was hot and unforgiving, and seemed to be scanning the flat terrain for its perfect target.
The first strike of lightning pierced the sky. White flashed across the clouds before the bolt quickly died out, and from out of the blinding white light emerged a human-like figure. She walked so gracefully, it would almost seem that she had been strolling across the savannah the entire time, unaware of the danger that loomed over her. Her dress, her hair--even her skin--was as pale as the light she emerged from. Almost translucent...
And it was; this being was the essence of water itself. The "clothes" that adorned her body, the "hair" atop her head, were actual waves of water, constantly ebbing and flowing in each direction her body swayed. It was mesmerizing to witness, as her hips rocked back and forth with each step.
As the being approached a lone tree, she stopped. She remained expressionless for her entire ritual, extending one slim arm into the air. As she did so, another bolt of lightning filled the sky, followed by the deep rumble of thunder. She began to dance, alternating between soft, loose movements, and quick, sharp ones. Her locks of wavy hair glided back and forth, up and down, easily putting any hypothetical spectators in a trance...
Again, she came to a stop, her head locked to the ground. Suddenly she jerked her head back up, and broke out into a swift sprint. Her wavy dress and hair struggled to keep up, leaving hanging water droplets behind her. Then she took a leaping bound into the air, extending each of her legs into a split. As she hung there in the air, another bolt of lightning, another crash of thunder, and the sky filled with rows of pouring rain. The savannah finally experienced relief...
Shortly after this occurred, Toto wrote the song Africa! 😆
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