The rain comes...
(A storm is gathering. An actor stands amid a scene of destruction)
Embers drift down in the air surrounding him
Hot melted steel, twisted and deformed, is all around him.
(Close up on actor’s face and upper body)
He pauses to form a “four in hand” knot in his striped tie
The leading edge should reach down to his belt just so.
Lucky Thirteen is the metal buckle on his belt.
(Close up on the actor’s belt and then his hand as he removes the embedded stones.)
Ruby dice form its skull eyes
He tosses them into the fire.
Looking back at him they begin to soften and decay.
(His interior dialog…)
“What song shall I sing?
As I now await the Radiant Face of God.”
Glowing embers mix with long black curls of ash.
They drift down around him in the hot air.
(He senses a female voice coming from a distance…)
It is the sweetest torture any man can endure.
He yearns for the rain to quench the fire of this exquisite longing.
(Actor’s interior dialog…)
“Love is the rarest of perfumes.
It is that ephemeral dream which we all share deep within.
It takes only that one who is different, and yet the same,
to free the fantasy into the light of day.”
(Actress enters the scene. Approaching him she draws her face to his…)
She takes his breath into hers
She releases herself into him with a long sigh.
(She arches her body away from him while still in his embrace…)
She reaches for that very private place.
She goes to where the rest of the world cannot find her.
He is there with her.
He holds her tight in an embrace.
Moments pass like the ages of the world.
The sound of her breathing is the sweetest music a man can hear.
(Immersive sound field is saturated with her lyrical breathing…)
His head rests on her soft body.
She strokes his hair and whispers a gentle question to him.
(Her voice is softly intimate and barely discernable…)
“Whatever you wish of me I will do.”
The rain comes...
(Strong backlighting into the rain…)
