The Rain

I wrote this a few days ago, but I think it's still fitting seeing as how it's raining, again.



The rain was angrily slapping the young spring leaves on the old oak tree just past midnight. I awoke, picturing Mother Nature lashing about from the clouds above, twirling around and around in her green garb. Mr. Nature must have come home late again, he's been doing that more and more it seems.

The Natures have been together for so many eons now, even their moods are predictable. Every year, around this time, Mr. Nature tends to get a little cabin fever, and finds himself lingering too long after work. But Mother knows, that that is the way the world works; she expells the rain from the swollen clouds not only to vent her anger, but also to soothe and nourish her domain, making it ready so that she and the Mr. can enjoy a lovely summer picnic together