It's Raining

As I write this it's pouring outside. While dazing absently at each raindrop hitting the earth, I realized how beautiful each one is. They sparkle and fall with such grace. Each little tear that falls gives me the impression of individual little worlds. This idea of mine makes this gloomy day more enjoyable, because now i can think of all the little varieties of worlds falling. Nature as a whole can be a very beautiful thing as long as we take the time to appreciate it. Even natural disasters can be turned into art with the careful mind of an artist. I'm not referring to scenes taken directly from nature but rather nature that the artist took and made his own; when the woods become home to fairies, and when dandelion puffs turn to birds.


These images don't exist in nature, but the artist sees them with his mind. he took nature to inspire him and created something on his own. The whale for example is not real or even organic, but it was inspired by something that was. This is the beauty of nature, it has the power to influence everything from art to the minds of philosophers like Emerson and Thoreau...I'm sure there are even movies influenced by nature.