Shiva in the rain

His hair was a mass of impenetrable dreadlocks and fell past his shoulders, sheltering the snake coiled around his neck. Water flowed down his arms to pool in his upturned hands, cascading between his fingers to land on the earth in little splashes. An explosion of new life surrounded him: horsetails, blades of wild iris and new grass, and brown mushroom caps, all pointing upward.

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