Night of the Hunter

[Constantine]

Waiting for the rain... Waiting for the rain.

The beastley man was leaning out of the window of a high skyscraper. The night was looming over the city, melodic sound of the streets was reverbating towards his ears, his empty eyes catching aflight cars as they come into sight through the crowd of towering buildings. A few tears of sweat running through his skin, asking for the wind to splash on his face, waiting for the rain to pour down and chill his lost spirit.

The melody was becoming more comprehensible as he stood out, his ears getting used to it. Tiny fragments of intelligible words was reflecting on his mind from the voice of a little girl, with the spirit of a withering flower.

"-... Mother of-... a son
... signalling-... tower..."

The rain would not come, it was obvious from the night of the sky, no clouds, no wind, only the exhausting heat, the purple flash of the racing vessels, tiny marks and lights on the streets as he looks down upon the mild crowd of the people with their icecreams they are licking... and also that annoying melody, the wild incursion to his ears from a little girl singing inside a damn advertisement board of a cheap, third class-

"From the wild-...., the life of-....
-...less void, cold, empty, and lone"

The beast let out a silent growl, his senses sharpening, his whole being invaded by this hellish melody. His heart was aflame, the praying for the rain became a demand from the heavens. He could hear it all now, rocking his whole being, maddeningly, like a whistle coming directly from the god of the otherworld. Won't they leave him alone?

"Purple flash of the mighty archons
With a screech cutting through the soul
Shivering the hearts of the most brave
From boiling heat to dust of ice"

"From the wild star, the life of his people
To the endless void, cold, empty, and lone"

"The Mother of all bore a son
The signalling Watchtower was set aflame
The End trumpets against the door of your world
The... -ion... must ...- on"

"Shut up..."

The board across the street, 30 meters afar from the window, crashed down on the road and a pile of bodies, the melody still living on for a few more seconds, then becoming a high pitched annoyance, a robotic muse of the devil. People were rushing around, covering their heads and plugging their ears, all afraid from the sudden incursion to their peaceful lives.

The beastley man let out a very aggressive sigh, so much that it electrified the air around him. The rain would not fall, a drop of a tear would be mixing with his salty sweat right on his lips.