Drizzle

She come in softly, her footsteps quiet. Her beautiful translucent dress flowing after her, blessing the earth with a soft shower. She softly caresses each flower and then she leaves with delicate drizzling footsteps. She never stays for long, only enough for the plants to become greener and the soil moist, but there are days when we face her wrath, and her destruction, unimaginable. The entire area floods with water and the soil becomes too loose to hold together anymore. Her thundering footsteps echo in everyone's ears as she does her dance, mad with fury. We messed with her dear Mother Nature and now she will wreak havoc upon us all. She brings along her sisters, Lady Thunder and Madame Lightning, and walks with them all over the land, causing landslides and fires and floods. Up in the north, she turns to snow, her fair face now completely white, her touch cold as ice. She falls softly when happy and on bad days, there are avalanches. She pummels us with hailstones, hard enough to wound. I cannot say we don't deserve it for our actions will prove it to be a lie. One can never predict if they will get her mercy or rage, but one can always count on her presence.