God's instrument by Jaime 2

It's creamy white skin was stretched tightly across the smooth wooden ring. The wand tapped and scraped until it sounded like the rain going pitter patter, pitter patter on a tin roof. It made the weather stop, it made the weather start, it made a thunderstorm go sweeping through an audiences heart. That object fell down in a whiteout, straight from the heavens. The THING was god's instrument.