A Storm and A Drop

At first glance the field appears normal. In the distance looms irreproachable mountains, with their white capped splendor, and some shrouded by puffy marshmallows. The sky is turning gray as clouds collide, entangling themselves becoming one. The blue disapears hidden behind darkness, of massive thunderheads miles above the ground. In the distance, opposite the mountains, the sky is even darker and rain falls freely, without a care, saturating the soil. Towards the mountains everything is chipper, as blue sky flourishes and marshmallows dance. The storm is coming with rapid retort, prepared to send nature to an early bed. To the left off in the distance, rain begins to fall, approaching the field rapidly, and we can only watch as it nears. The wind picks up now swirling and confused, sending everything loose into the frigid air. The rain now is only moments away, small rodents sense danger and scamper to their holes. It hits with the weight of the world, buckets of rain swallowing all that it will. One drop's decent shall be taken into acount, as we fallow its course down to the ground. It leaves in a rush praying for soil, but is thrown around in its own mortal toil. The winds up so high, are far to strong, for the weight of a feather to freely move along. After a while of this tossing and turning, the drop finally frees itself without sense of warning. It moves towards the earth, picking up speed, it's purpose in life, a bombing little bead. It strikes the earth with all the power it can, and splatters apart, becoming one with the other's on land. Now it sinks into the depths of the earth, and down into a cavernous well. There it follows it's family down further south, and joins them all into the ocean's own swell. Then back up into the atmosphere again, ready to fall and become one with it's kin Now back to the meadow where the chaos takes place, so that we may discover its arid, new space. The storm soon dissipates and clouds too seperate, nature's own shower fresh and rejuvinated. Now the mountains above feel nature's wrath, as all parts of earth, must have to survive. The tale of a storm and one's of its friends, ends as quickly as it soon will begin. Written December 27th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 03:56 PM PST   0 • 12