[Res]

The weather outside is nice. It relates to me with a silent link, like the reflection of what is happening is being literally painted before my eyes to show the world that this is real.

Not me in particular, but many people. People who have an inner feel for what is happening.

The light drizzle outside, being strongly motivated in its direction by the powerful wind. The trees that are exhibiting the autumn colors being stripped of their leaves by the same wind, pushing them away from their base. The wind itself, acting as the condcutor for this wonderful storm. The overcast skies, carrying themselves off into the distance with a calming sweep over the land. The cold wind, biting at your nose when you step outside, blasting your eyes with an invigorating spray of rain.

The upsetting wind relates to the daily life we live, and the "Little things" we see as nuisances. Rustling our routine, and turning the planet topsy turvy, while we struggle to maintain normalcy.

The trees are our bases. Where we hold fast to in times of peril. Leaves being blown away and sent off into the worldly abyss away from where they spent their lives are nothing more than a sign of rebirth. For the same leaves, who get swept away from their holding ground, will be reborn next spring with the early rains and sunlight that will bring them to us.

The rain, acts as a reminder that though there are little mishaps in random days. For rain is never constant. It comes and goes when and where it feels like it. Portraying the upturning jolts of "weird"ity that once solved, make us laugh. Though rain can sting the eyes, burn the nose, and screw up ones hair, it is needed.

The clouds are a security blanket. Moving over us to block the sun, grant us a few moments away from blinding light that burns and scorches. Giving us the protection, if not for forever, than a moment, telling each and every one of us, "You're ok for now." While still saying, that they must leave soon to let us fend for ourselves. Yet they never leave completely.

The view of this orchestrated performance by Nature itself, gives the most aesthetically pleasing sense of care to me. Nothing to bring out the inner child in someone than a storm.



... Speaking of.. I need some hot chocolate.
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In response to the awesome weather I have right now. Wrote that little ditty up in about 10 minutes. May change it into a song.

I liked it and was quite proud of it.
Be well.

[Nazē.]

...That's so pretty. It's way awesome how it all flows together, and how you connect it all.

Very cool piece of writing. =]

[Phieta]

I like muchly.

Also, yay for turning random bits of prose into songs. I've never had much success in doing that myself, but if you can pull it off, I think this one would come out rather interestingly