Wind and Rain Dialogue

“I am the Master of All. I can be as gentle as a newborn’s breath, as uplifting and refreshing as a skilled preacher’s sermon, or I can bring the earth and its people to their knees. I am Wind, and I encompass the air, sky, storms, and clouds.”

“I beg to differ! I am the Master of All. I am Rain, and I encompass water, wells, springs, pools, lakes, and oceans. I am a giver of life, and that makes me the Master. My wetness makes life spring forth from the earth, and if I withhold it, all visible signs of life wilt, wither and die. I can allow lovers and children to equally delight, although for very different reasons, in my gracious gift of a sudden sun shower, or gentle, cleansing tears from heaven.”

“Why argue with me? I have sailed ships around the earth, whose fate would have been becalmed, and the Americas would have never been discovered by the one called Christopher Columbus.”

“I’ve provided fresh drinking water to your many sailors, who would have died an ugly, horrible death while waiting on you to guide them to safe harbor.”

“I could have blown you far away, so let’s just say that I allowed you to fill sailing ships hold's with your pure life-giving elixir. After all, it is I who command the clouds that carry your nectar.”

“And in blowing me away in your clouds, you would endanger the lives of those you claim to have allowed me to serve my life-giving fluid. I claim the title of Master of All, as it is I that have quenched mankind's thirst, on land and sea alike. And I accuse you, Wind, of murder. The careless way you unleash your natural forces shows little regard for human life contained on Earth. ”

“My winds help spread the seeds of plants and trees that filter the air and produce the oxygen for all of mankind.”

“Need I remind you that if not for the moisture that the earth drinks from me, the seeds would never take root to grow? And I filter the air that carries all the dust you manage to kick up as you frolic across Earth’s face.”

“I have shown mankind the need to be flexible. Poets have spoken of how boughs must bend least they break before me. Let me remind you that your generosity has caused floods that have caused untold destruction.”

“Who are you to talk about causing untold destruction? On what appears to be a cyclic whim, you will spin and whirl seemingly out of control, and you cast tornados and typhoons that cut a path of pure destruction. America has aptly named your well-traveled path Tornado Alley. Of this you are proud, and think that you deserve the title Master of All? Earth, itself has long been considered an element in her own right. Since Empedocles, who was born in 492 BC, and credited with the Four Element theory of Matter, we have had this debate. And still you continue to argue!”

“And you are said, Rain, to be of cats and dogs. Thus have no room to accuse me of anything. We are married in mythology. The English sailors still say, “The cat has a gale of wind in her tail.” when I am unusually frisky. Witches that rode upon my storms were said to take the form of a cat. The dog is a signal of wind, like the wolf, both animals were attendants of Odin, the storm-god. Thus made our marriage, in that you symbolize the cat in a down-pouring rain, and the dog being the symbol of strong gusting winds which accompany a rainstorm; hence a “rain of cats and dogs” is a heavy rain with wind.”

“I, Rain, born of water, now call upon Earth and Fire, to extinguish any claim you make to be Master of All.”

“I, Wind, born of Air, will denounce all claims to any title, it you will acknowledge our marriage once, for all, and forever.”
Wind and Rain then gazed deeply into each other’s eyes, and then Wind asked the question as he has done every year since the beginning of time, “May I have this dance, Madame Rain?”

“Certainly, Sir Wind.” As soon as Rain accepts Wind’s invitation, he takes Rain and leads her on to Ocean’s deep, blue-green, salted dance floor, where they spin, dip, and twirl.

And thus every year, as they embrace to renew their marriage vows the fury of their passion is consummated, they then spawn children, which are call tropical storms, which as these tropical storms grow and mature they become dreaded, feared, and destructive hurricanes. Each tropical storm true to its heritage, being born of Wind and Rain, make their way across Earth’s face and seven seas.

There was a time, not too long ago that all of Wind and Rain’s children only bore the names of women, which seemed perfectly creditable considering the adage, “Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned.” Alas, no more. Wind and Rain’s spawn are now named alternately after both genders.

Earth, Fire, Air and Water have been worshiped as gods since the dawn of mankind’s existence. They are the key elements that make life possible. Although, we, mankind, no longer worship them as gods, we certainly should respect their gifts to us, and take better care of the environment


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September 19th, PROMPT:
Personify two objects in nature. Then create a STORY that includes a dialogue between them. For instance, the ocean feuding with the sky, or a tree complaining about something to a nearby rock, or a mountain trying to get to know a waterfall better.