Serenity

The rain furies out in a fight against the wind. Anger in search of control and dominance. It falls with a purpose of lashing out at everyone and no one all at once. They walk in this battle with an essence of calm. Shielding eyes, hoods up, and laughing all the same. The waft of wet grass, gravel, stone. The breath of nature in the polluted air. A war like this is no place to walk without shelter on their heads. They walk out into the heart of the feud. As it wages on, they welcome the serenity this feud provides. A walk in the rain is nothing but calm. Head to toe, dripping on the ground. The stress of reality has disappeared, if only momentarily. A walk in the rain Is a caress of serenity. In this battle between elements, they are at peace.