Occasional Scribbles

The rage that scratched the soul of the lightening, threatened to erupt into a violent streak across the dark sky that draped like a velvet cloak over the tops of the giant mountains. Every now and then small sparks erupted as the mighty force tried to contain its anger. Thunder cautioned with subdued rumblings; the lightening calmed reluctantly.  Young wind sprites giggled and danced nervously around the high peaks, swirling through the powder snow that whipped and spiraled to their command.  The mountain sighed deep within and shook its heavy shoulders free of the tickling light snow and the sprites grew bored and disappeared into the body of the wind.  Rain bled out from passing clouds as they bumped sightlessly into the craggy sharp peaks and froze as it settled on icy flanks. 

As dawn approached, a sleepy sun gradually lent her warmth unaware of the torment of the night.  As she rose, she melted a little of the nights coldness and the mountain felt its mantle of ice melt fractionally.  It heaved its flanks a little and water, set free from its icy bonds seeped inexorably down, caught unwittingly by a magnetic gravity it was powerless to refuse.  The melt water trickled into an underground river and the mountain sighed with relief. The huge river cried desperately to rid itself of extra water carrying it forth into the lower valleys and all the way to the seas where the unwitting sun shone hotly down.  The wind rose up catching the clouds and dropped them above the mountain once again. Nature’s relentless circle was complete.