The rain falls and dances on the roof tops and creates a melody that brings with it serenity.
The leaves depart from the trees on which they grew , the streets are deserted as everyone hides in their boring homes,yet the town engages in heated conversations as the natural elements battle for dominance .
The gaudy bronze sun peeps through the cloudy sky and the strong wind blows through the allies plucking out all impurities. The soil is unstable and wet yet the flowers remain anchored into it.
The world is a battlefield, yet unlike the battlefield of Man ,with every strike of one element ,the other is beautified and enhanced , as though man is primitive and the world Is more advanced. It’s like Without men the world is better off…
