She floats above the ground under a dark and starless sky, hidden by tall swaying blades of grass. Supple drops fall
down,
down,
down on her.
Rain sprinkles slowly at first, then crescendos to a fast and steady stream. Water pours over her, pricking and kissing every inch of her flesh, bathing her anew.

This ghost is baptized. (Hallelujah)

and it’s not a cry that you hear at night
it’s not somebody who’s seen the light
it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah
hallelujah, hallelujah
hallelujah,
hallelujah.