On rain.

The darkness spreads, and the sun goes out. The black, throwing a veil over the ground, envelopes all in its path. The sun, in a last moment of brave defiance, throws out light, bright and more illuminating than before. The clouds don't shirk from their duty, and mustering up their courage, they fly across the sun. The light of the sky goes out. Gazing out from a window, the light slowly dims, and fades away. The clouds now begin their ascent. Up they go, higher and higher, until you turn your head to watch them. Then, when the skies are utterly dark, all is still. And then, with a swish of the trees, the rains begin. 

 It begins as a slight patter, a pitter-pat, and gives the illusion of dying down. But then with a roar, up it goes, and the trees swish and sway,the taller ones and lighter ones threatening to fall. A minute. Two minutes. And then, with steady reduction, the rain stops, leaving puddles and sticky, wet mud, that holds onto the foot with an iron grip, and lets you go with a squelch.And after a while, the skies clear, leaving you to believe that nothing happened.