Showers of Beauty
The sun shone brightly, casting it's golden rays upon the green grass, showering it with light and beauty. Strange emotions arise in a man's soul when he beholds such beauty, uncontrollable feelings of utter content. Peace. Tranquility. Beauty. It is such a slight difference, between rain and sunshine, yet the difference is also so great. Showers of beauty beneath a sky so bright in one case and so dark in the other.
The grass needs both to survive, light and darkness. Too much of either one will whither and weaken the grass, and, in some cases, kill it. Cool breezes whistle past and the grass ripples like water. I watch as the trees bend down before the power of the wind, bowing to the power of a force unseen, and I stop breathing.