The rain pounds down


Shifting


Dancing through the air


Without a care in the world


And meeting the ground


In the harmonious union


Known as mud


The wind howls


Jealous of the rain


And the freedom it holds


And so the wind grits its teeth


Pushing the rain into driving sheets


Slanting,


As if to avoid the ground completely


Trapped between the war of the elements


Is the world


Our world


Where the trees whip back and forth


To and fro


Their desperate attempt at escape


Going unnoticed by the wind and rain


Who strain against their limits


Sweeping across the terrain


And plunging the world into panic


The rain is no longer happy-go-lucky


Instead it drills into the ground


With a vengeance


Defying the wind with every drop that meets its mark


The wind must either respond or forfeit


Of course it responds


Kicking it up a notch


To meet the rain head-on


Meanwhile the ocean battles itself


Having no opponent to challenge


The waves crash onto land


Beating on the shore


And engulfing the adjacent beach


Any foolhardy boats or ships


Rock and buck on the roiling waves


As darkness falls


The world hunkers down


Cowering from nature's raw force


Anxiously awaiting


The comforting rays of the mornings sun