Like Rain

He showered the streets with his presence, seeping into the crevices of the alleyways. Most whom had gotten a taste of him found him to be bitter, but nourishing during a drought of laughter and encouragement. Nature accepted him and was nurtured by him, as he loved Nature. He found that relationships were much harder to cultivate, and so, left them alone. There were times that he had flooded peoples' lives with his anger and disapproval; though, no one died of this, there had been destruction of his character. As time passed and the heavy rain dried, he became part of the flow of the streams and rivers of the world- accepting the death and life that resided within his life. As time passed, he evaporated and became rain again, intertwined with the Nature that he so loved. Forever part of the cycle and flow of the world.