Dreams of rain.

I hear the rains falling, the winds driving the tree, I look outside and see the sliver of moon and many stars, the wind rustling the trees, but no rain. I was dreaming through my half sleep.

Until the end.

The guitar roared away in high pitches, strong rhythms, and bodies gyrated in time to the quick fingers strumming the strings, faces filled with ecstasy, as they all danced and sang towards a new day of peace and humanity, with no greed or occupying armies, just love and music, until the end.