A Gentle Giant's Tear

I squeeze my way through the cracks of the concrete dam. Released from the well thats soon to overflow, I gain momentum as I roll down from his cheek. Looking back at once firm walls I continue my downward trail preparing to plummet. This single tear will soon become a stream to flood his face.

Each tear finds its own route through the wrinkled creases of his frown to the ground. The earth beneath now bathes in salty rain from above. The long overdue showers intensifies into a storm from the temper of the gentle giant. The rage; short lived, only sorrow remains on his countenance as he calms. To the silent onlookers they deduce that the drastic encounter was nothing more than a tantrum.

Every guard is let down except for his own His now seemingly season of peace will reflect nature’s nature with change as the thunder rumbles in the distant. Very soon he will approach the exit of the eye of the storm.