Competitive Nature

The cigar burns slowly between my fingers,
Smoke billows out like a chimney on a winter night.

Rain falls, not in sheets, but softly. Soothing.
Lightning lights up the sky in a show for all to see. Striking in force with the power of the heavens behind it.

Thunder makes itself known as Angels beat their drums and compete to see who is the loudest.

I am and will always be a firm believer that nature produces the greatest symphonies.