Rain falls softly over a field of flowers sending all the small creatures of the field to run for cover. The rabbit finds safety in her burrow. The squirrel lingers in a hollow tree. The beetles seek shelter under a log. The flowers sway in the breeze, stretching their leaves out to catch the drops of precious life falling around them. Inky dark clouds float across the sky, spilling over the horizon into the mysterious depths of forever. The bravest of the worms are the first to step past their shyness. They inch carefully across the ground, refamiliarizing themselves with the landscape above. A mother robin shelters her babies in their nest. The scene seems peaceful. But calm things have a way of dissolving into a seemingly disheveled sort of state. Therefore, it should be no surprise when the mild rain becomes a downpour or when slight breeze finds it's way to a strong wind. The rabbit's burrow begins to fill with the rain. The tree which the squirrel is residing in begins to sway. The beetles huddle closer under log. The flowers retract their leaves and tighten themselves up, leaving the field without bloom. The baby robins cry out, while their mother holds them under her wing.
The worms are swept away in the flow of water across the field, gone. Thunder cackles, distantly at first, then gradually closer.
Lightning flashes. The sky lights up with deadly glow. A tree is blackened. All of it's life, including the seemingly safe squirrel, gone.
The beetles scurrry to higher ground, but don't get the chance. The sea of mud is not intimidated by their efforts and takes the beetles, gone.
The air goes cold. The wind gusts. The happy home of a family tumbles from it's purch, inhabitants along for the fall. The chicks go silent, gone.
The rabbit's burrow is filled with water. The earth above can't take the pressure. The ceiling comes down on the rabbit, gone.
The flowers begin losing grip on their petals. Each colored fragment is blown off in the wind, gone.
As the last of the dark clouds tumble over the horizon, it becomes clear that life has abandoned this peaceful field. The once peaceful landscape shares no resemblance with the field that once inhabitted that same patch of natural space, but nothing manipulated the course of nature to make it this way. The destruction was completely normal. This should be known, there is more to nature than lucious landscapes and vast waters. The earth shakes. The sea trembles. The sky takes it's own violent delights. Nature is not one sided. It changes. It varies. There is so much to nature that never stays the same. That is what makes nature so beautiful: nature has contrast.
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