A Rainy Symphony

*A Rainy Symphony*

A prelude to the symphony were the winds. The rustle of the leaves and the air that breezed across your face provided a well balanced and relaxed mood to the symphony. The sounds of the rain hitting the sand with the accompaniment of the grass sounds almost too melodious. Providing the spices to the noises of music were the birds. They never fail to chirp in the occasional sharp or flat that makes this symphony a unique,in a minor key yet subtle, simple and in major harmonics. Especially the black and yellow birds that weave in and out of the streamline of the winds give visual delight to the symphony, seeking desperately to prove, and to flout the rules of gravity. A rumble of thunder gives a sense of identity, and acts as a metronome, an inspiration to the sounds of music. As the skys grow greyer, the winds begin to howl and the rain hits harder than before - The Interlude of the symphony and the embodiment of all. When all calms, the rain stops, the winds die, one knows the end of the symphony is near. But is it really? When the Rainy Symphony ends, a new symphony begins to play. Undoubtedly, a symphony no matter what symphony always plays. The Symphony of Nature.

-wei