Can you think of a day when the air was not breathable?
When it had promised you rain, but only granted a few drops to get lost in summer heat?
When you muscles were protesting?
The flowers suffering in silence?
And do you remember the first dark clouds of an oncoming storm?
How the sky was painted in darker shades, almost too heavy to not fall down on earth?
That is how you spot witches in the sky.
When it bursts open, drowning the flowers that had just been suffering.
When the clouds are so dramatic, they threaten the horizon.
That is witchcraft.
Because it‘s so tempting to run outside into the rain and lose the clothes.
It is so tempting for rivers to flow over, and for their floods to threaten life and bury the fields.
Witches are bad weather.
Their passion is too much for this world to take.
Mistress witch writes 