Gabriel

The thunderclouds roll in only after the alarm has ceased, the shrill piercing gone and the birds at ease and ready to be snatched up by the tall man in the dark cloak who watches us all with the worst of intentions.  She saw everything despite the failed eyes, spoke words meant precisely for each mortal ear on which they fell, and there could be no denying the waves that lapped merrily in celebration of something beyond all word and feeling.  She was, after all, an angel, and now she's home again.