The Dance of the Rain

Anticipation.

Oh! How the world waits, drowning in anticipation! Just watching the grey clouds roll over

Stillness decorates the air and the eerie silence patiently accompanies it. And then… the performance of a lifetime begins!

Lightning strikes, effortlessly entrancing its observers.

Thunder hits, announcing its awaited arrival.

And slowly… ever so slowly…. The rain begins to travel.

At first, it runs timidly, unsure of whether its presence is welcomed.

But quickly… ever so quickly… it grows more confidence, performing its sweet dance of life passionately, like poetry travelling on paper

Lightning strikes, appearing white but holding a bountiful array of electric colours, blessing the eyes of only those who try and watch.

Thunder hits, booming the sounds of Mother Earth proudly and with great honour.

The rain embraces the earth, with great force, finally arriving home after a while away of fruitful cleansing.

The performance continues in an unexpected pattern, making complete mathematical sense, but still leaving the audience unsure of what is to come.

There is no time limit, nor is there a script. It is the way of Mother Earth, dancing as she pleases.

Steadily, the performance comes to an end. The rain makes an early exit, leaving the lightning and thunder to finish its masterpiece.

Arm in arm, they gracefully do a final round and make their leave, satisfied of a hard days work.

The world is in awe of what they were lucky enough to witness, and with shivers running down their spine, they begin applauding.

And then silence and stillness returns, waiting together.

The wind calms down and the ground dries up.

All is mundane.

Until the grey clouds start rolling over,

And the performance of a lifetime begins again.