The wind rustles the brown, orange and green leaves that had fallen from the surrounding trees. It whooshes through the gold grass that carpets the little meadows rich, brown soil. It swirls the blades like strands of golden hair and rushes off to find its next target.
The wind seeks out a large round boulder to its right and throws itself against it, only to rebound off and launch toward a nearby maze of old oak trees, swirling around the thick tree trunks in a one player game of chasey.
The sun shines through the light gray clouds like a torch light through darkness; lighting up the small, grassy circle as if it was under a spotlight.
Butterflies flutter around in the breeze with the leaves like objects on a baby's mobile. The wind suddenly gets fiercer and the branches of the old oaks bend like bridges over the grassy undergrowth. The soft grey clouds are now angry and black, and they push in front of the sun's warming rays. Thunder rumbles like a giant's hungry stomach and glistening raindrops begin to fall from the dark blanket above, lying to rest on the fallen leaves that pattern the yellowed grass.
Bolts of electric light flash in the distance and another giant's stomach starts to growl; the cold droplets continue to fall and saturate the already damp ground, leaving muddy puddles all around.
Sunbeams fight to shine through the thick clouds, and finally hit the fallen raindrops, making them sparkle like millions of tiny diamonds. The sun gains more strength and pushes the dark blanket aside to continue to beautiful, sunny weather that the day once portrayed.
The butterflies begin to fly out from under the dripping oaks and flutter out to investigate the soaked field; sunbeams reflect off the tiny pools of water that are scattered all around like rock pools at the beach. The puddles begin to heat up and the water starts to evaporate, but not just from the puddles. The water rises from the leaves of the old oaks; the wet glaze over the round boulder starts to spilt and eventually disappears; the fallen leaves dry out and get caught in the light breeze once more.
The beautiful day is here once more, yet it is somewhat more beautiful. The shower brought new life to the grassy field; it sparkles like a new gold coin. The butterflies sweep around the meadow, dancing in perfect sync with once another. A perfect day continues once more.
