The Sky

My youngest sister and I were approaching the entrance of the shopping center doors and noticed something colorful in the sky falling quickly. We paused to look. It was very large balloons in the shape of fish; blue, black and yellow were their colors. We continued walking, making our way to the doors and noticed about four elderly people holding their chests, backs up against the door were a couple, while one was holding tightly to her walker and the other trying to comfort them all.
"It's only a balloon", I told them. The look of panic was removed from their faces and we all looked to the sky together. Another colorful balloon, and another was falling. Was it a nearby car dealership, I wondered. Perhaps the balloons began blowing away from their ropes while trying to get the attention of passersby. Maybe it was a birthday party going on nearby and the balloons were let go or even got away from the young hands.

Before walking into the store I noticed the sky wasn't cloudy, it was filled with water. How could it be and none was dripping? These large colorful fish, were they balloons?

Everyone entered the store but I stayed behind quietly whispering a prayer. The parking lot was full of shoppers on this Saturday morning but no one was looking to the sky but me. Why was I noticing the water and everyone else was going about their routine. Workers were gathering baskets, mothers talking with their children, others calmly getting in and out of their cars.

Back at home, I began to clean. It was Saturday which meant laundry day. I loaded the washer with towels and went to my youngest brother's room to help him straighten up. He walked in and we began to speak of the sky. I looked outside and noticed how dark it was quickly becoming. I could see another object falling from the sky, quicker than the fish shaped balloons had fallen. It was as if I was near an ocean. A plane was the object falling and it fell very hard and fast. Blood and water made an awful splash when it went down. What was happening? I was looking for my parents. My brother told me they were gone, had left earlier that mornig. By this time my sister had gone back to bed and was in a deep sleep. I wanted her to awake and pray. It was no use. She was like a drunk who had too much to drink the night before. I placeed my grand daughter on her body for her to hold .

I began to pray. I had to get a message to the Lord and I wanted Him to speak to me. "Have mercy on me, have mercy on my family", I cried out to Him. I looked out at the sky once again. No drips of blood could be seen.