Nature's Elements

Rain, incessantly heavy rain do, we
beseech you, go away, for all the anxious
hikers, gear at the read, want to play.
Nature will have none of it. Fog envelopes
the landscape darkly, its webby fingers
reaching deep and far, its misty cousin
lifting long grey veils through mountain
valleys and thickly treed slopes.

The day darkly sinister, cool to lifting the
lofty mantle of clouds obscuring the
atmosphere where sky was so recently
endlessly blue. Swiftly succeeding thunder
claps, revelling in their dominance have
unleashed the fearsome power of rain,
pelting noisily over mountains and forests,
lakes and wetlands. Darkly billowing clouds
complacently screening mountain summits
from view, confusing the issue of where
geology ends and atmosphere begins.

Waterways and lakes lashed, surfaces
dented, boiling with the rage of violent
assault. Steel grey in colour, with pale
grey frothing waves mustering hapless
resistance to ephemeral but fearful
invasion; the inviolability of presence
interrupted by this hostile advance.