• The rain pours inches from my face, tiny droplets of water occasionally falling upon me.
    The water dances throughout the dense forest,
    and wind follows it eternally, gusts slicing through trees and
    destroying any flower over two inches tall.
    Nature itself seems to dance along with the two main performers,
    and the elements all bow to water
    on it's day of terror and havoc.
    If a word could capture a smile,
    it would be rain.
    If word could leave behind the most amount of meaning and impact,
    the word would most definitely be rain.
    It's mystical dance can captivate
    any bystander who dares watch its
    violent parade.