Two Audacious Figures

The sky outside was intimidating but it held a beauty that was undeniable. The gloom it held was riding on the clouds and beginning to close in on me. I didn't understand the significance of the close proximity, but it didn't scare me. It swirled around the dark sky and put on a show that was captivating. Everything seemed to respond to the gloom that hung over the earth, yet not quite as nicely as I. For I was amazed and in awe at the darkness that hung in the air, and the other creatures seemed afraid... 

The sky began to change... It had once been a beautiful dance... But something was happening... A fight was beginning to break loose. All at once the trees began to buckle and sway under the weight of the wind and the waters turned black. Chaos broke loose outside and the howling was unmistakable but still, it was a piercing beauty that was certain. Although terrifying, the fight seemed to hold meaning. The wrestling was a fight to get gain something... For when it came to an abrupt end, the sky was closer...

Some of the darkness had faded and the anger from moments before had evaporated, but it was now this encompassing haze that had dared to come closer. It wasn't scared of my quick, harsh warnings to stay away. It merely grumbled and came closer. 

That's when the rain started. It poured from the sky and the ground eagerly accepted it. It soaked me through, lathering me in it's warmth. Going beyond my clothing it dripped down my flesh, caressing what I was ashamed of.  I immediately searched for shelter from this rain that forced itself where it was not welcome. I frantically ran and scrambled around but i found none and the rain seeped even more onto my flesh. I screamed and cursed to stay away! This was me and no one else was invited to see or touch! Thats when i noticed it was a fond way it dripped down my flesh, not mocking or judging. At this realization the rain blew harder on me as if to let me know it was going to be there no matter how much I protested it, and I could embrace the warmth and acceptance it offered. I began to cry out in anger at the two bold figures who thought they were welcome wherever they pleased. 

It blew harder and the wind began to bite my face and the rain stung my flesh... There seemed to bea mournful howl in the wind. I stopped my crying and screaming and listened to the heart-breakingly honest cry the wind made... 

I didn't have to be ashamed of myself here where no one was around but the gloom and rain. With this thought the rain let up and the gloom darkened as I smiled. I felt protected. So I took off my coverings and began running through the rain, unashamed of what I kept hidden. It was looked upon fondly, and touched softly with grace. 

These encroaching figures had paid no heed to my loud and yet weak screams. They could see the lies in my warnings to stay away. Surpassing my boundaries they dared to get closer and show me what they had to offer. No matter my protests.