And Life Goes On }{ [Open because boredom is a...

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Today was a lovely day to be alive, to even exist. The normally unforgiving sun was no where is sight, hidden by the gray clouds that loomed overhead. No longer would the sun fearing folks have to wait for their night time mistress, our very own moon. Today they could frolic joyfully without fear of the light, for today was the best kind of day there is. Today, my friends, was a day, and not just any kind of day, a drizzly day.

The trees provided great shelter from the barely-there droplets. Many water hating creatures hid under the Oak and Elm trees that covered the area. Bushes and shrubberies provided even more protection for the particularly picky creatures. Unknowingly to the mobile creatures, the plants were cheering with joy from the wonderful sky water, a blessing from the gods it must be! The rocks on the other hand were indifferent to the situation, they could care less if it was raining for not.

Small bugs ran in terror around the ground as droplets crashed to the earth like a comet. All the while other large beings probably don't even notice it striking their skin. A crisp breeze blew over the forest, chilling those who danced in the rain and forcing them into the tree line to keep warm. The trees danced and thrashed, dancing with mother nature in a dizzying waltz, their leaves tickling her non-existent skin. Saplings watched from below their elders, whipping around in the winds currents. slowly the gust died down, the rain no longer blew sideways.

And there he sat. His head drooped foreword as he sat against a large rock. His elbows rested on his knees which were pointing up as he sat. His fingers were scraping the ground since his arms were much longer than his legs. He didn't move or make a sound, the only sound he made was heavy breathing, which was strange since he had no mouth. The rain struck the top of his head cap and slid down it. He sat is a small clearing where the ground was starting to get mushy from the water and turn to mud. The Myconid sat motionless, staring at the ground in his mindless state.

And life goes on.