Storms lashed the east coast of our land whipping the sea into a rebellious rage. Salty sea spittle mixed with black rain drops; stinging skin and freezing bones.
Our legends say that Earth and Sky are ancient lovers. Do you doubt it? Do they not fight with lovers passion?
This day they fought to kill. Hearts full and blind drunk on boiled blood and rage.
Sky threw fiery tridents; Earth retaliated with mighty fists – sharp and stony. They ripped and tore each other, swore and cursed each other, neither side giving an inch.
Once houses were destroyed my people huddled together in caves, but nowhere was safe from the battle.
For three weeks no star was seen and no sunrise brightened land.
On the afternoon of the third day in the third week, exhausted beyond measure, Sky began to relent. Earth called a truce and a grey gloom settled over the world.
Many of my people died in that war. Many more lost homes and property.
Some say they built these pyramids as monuments to the dead but that is not the truth. By their sweat and toil my people built these pyramids to hold the Heavens from the Earth that we may live in the stillness of our land.
To this day it seldom rains in Egypt.
© Matthew Dalton