Dark clouds swirled across the sky, casting a dark shadow across the Earth; the sun sank in the sea of clouds; the pulverizing heat that had overwhelmed us through the day was now nothing but a calm breeze kissing my skin.
I decided to go for a jog around the school. I’ll beat the rain, I thought. As droplets trickled down, I ran like a steed; I saw a lady in purple holding an umbrella and I felt my blood rushing with excitement, my feet thudded even faster, like pistons. But suddenly, the water poured down as if there was an ulcer in the sky; I heard the sky raging, roaring like a lion; it spewed out its rage as violent downpours that soaked me wet as if I had been drenched by the sea; the wind bellowed! I felt it tossing me from side to side, so I stopped running. I saw the water trickling about in eddies; it flowed, flooding the sidewalks and the roads.
I felt so inferior! oh, I was nothing! It is at that point that I realized that we are we are tiny in the face of Nature’s violent rage. If it wants to, it can sweep us away, flood us away and all we can do to is marvel at its majestic prowess.