Mother Nature

The wind blowing in my hair as if each individual strand has been set free, looking up at the tree that’s bigger than life, leaves falling down and hitting my face, and in an instant just one drop can stop it all. I run as I’m being cleansed by Mother Nature’s beauty, it hits the ground so gently as if to rid the world of its imperfections. The plants are fed; flowers are blooming with color, no sight has ever been so wonderful. Thunder booming with excitement, lighting flashing with rage, the pitter patter of splashing water tickles your ears, angry droplets smash against the window yelling at you to come out side. It’s like a symphony of sound just tempting you to join in but in a split second it stops and another song begins.