User:Buccimister


 * This is the page devoted to Buccimister and is hereby activated on November the Fourth in the Year Of Our Lord Two-thousand-and-Ten. It will have whatever the User finds entertaining or useful. There will also be sample writing sections on here. If there is something you want this User to write about, you can send him a message. I am Buccimister, and I approve this message. Thank you!

The shadow cast on the field gave me no doubt. Above, clouds formed, and below me, the grass awaited precipitation. A secret message was passed between the sky and the grass, that I could not see, nor decipher. The grass most definitely knew it would rain soon. I, from experience, could assume it would, but the grass was informed by the air. A certain change could be felt by the blades of grass, and even the trees and bushes surrounding the field. I was alone, for once, away from the normal hustle and bustle of life. Here I was, just nature and I. I shoved my hands in the polyester rain coat and put the hood on as I felt the first droplet of rain. It is at this kind of time that I disliked glasses, and folded them, before dropping them in my backpack so they wouldn’t get soaked. I heard a slight breeze and felt it go against my chest and flow around my body. The wind went through the tree branches on the outer rim of the field and I marveled at the playfulness of nature. How she could be so gentle one moment, raising little goose bumps on my arms, and the next, sending torrents of rain upon her victims. There was only one shelter nearby, a small white enclosed porch I had built with my friends the summer before. I walked to it, up the three steps and sat on one of the benches inside. They were hard, but the rain, pattering on the roof calmed me. Cushions should have been put on the benches. Ignoring the minor pain, I again resumed watching the grass grow greener with the rain. The ground absorbed this water, soaking it into the veins of the earth. The crack of thunder and bright flashes of light worried me. I needed not to be electrocuted, and I knew that any place, out in the open was dangerous. I took my bench, and brought it into the middle of the building to be in the best spot. I opened my back pack, retrieved my pen and pencil and wrote a poem:

Flashes of Light Roars at night Pitter patter of rain I feel no pain

I looked at the stanza quickly, smiled, and bit the tip of the pencil in thought. As I began to write another line, the rain started to let up, and the last clap of thunder echoed in the field. Peeking from out of my shelter, I peered up at the sky. Rain dribbled from the roof and trees around. To my left and right, I saw the most beautiful rainbow. That, I decided, was one of the most amazing acts of nature. Light, bending through all the water particles in the air, and forming into a wonderful work of nature. I only wished I had a camera. Then I perked up, reached in my bag, and pulled out one. I chuckled at my forgetfulness and took a picture. That, was going to be printed off and framed. I watched it fade and dissipate until it was again, invisible. That done, I roamed around the edges of the field, eavesdropping on nature’s sounds: the trickling of rain down the leaves of plants and trees; the chirping of birds coming out of hiding; the hundreds of small whispers that make up the woods. Satisfied that I had seen enough, I adjusted my backpack and set off for home, just behind the field. Through the narrow trail, I approached my garden and picked off a few tomatoes to bring up to my mother. The tomatoes were sprinkled with droplets of rain and looked as good as in a cooking magazine, which I didn’t think was possible. Oh, the beauty of nature is amazing.