The rain fell in sheets, blanketing the warm ground. I stood standing in the middle of the small field in the back of my house. Unfortunately, this would be the last time I saw it. The sodden ground felt gushy in between my toes; it was almost comforting in a way. After all the trouble I had caused, even the earth was encouraging me to right my wrongs. Leaning my head back, I took in the summer downpour surrounding me. The rain coated everything, including me, in a slick shining blanket of liquid protection, almost like a wet caress. The colors and smells of the land were intensified and truly majestic to behold. But alas, I had already had all the time in the world to sightsee. It was time to redeem myself. Making my way across the yeiding ground, I sauntered off towards the small stream running across the back end of the field. That was were I would end it. Sighing openly, I thought of the one person I would be regrettingly leaving behind. Unfortunately, after all the ruckus I was responsible for, I doubted he would actually miss me. He didn't seem to feel empathetic towards me now, so why would he after I removed myself from his life. After all, this was his idea anyway. Thinking back, I recalled that last large fight. Never had I known such hurt as the person I wanted to consider closest to me confirmed that they wished I was dead. Never had I thought there could be so much turmoil between us. My heart hurt just thinking about it.
Finally, I reached the now swollen river. Releasing another sigh, I stood still to watch the water and take in the sight of what I had decided was my fate. The normally crystal blue water had transformed into a sludgy maelstrom of brown. Along the banks, the soil had begun to erode and looked almost like flesh rotting away on a corpse. The whole scene held an uglineess that was at once both beautiful and bordered on disgusting. A large willow tree sat on the bank, tenderly dipping it's branches almost lovingly into the unsettling water. It's roots carefully meandered down the riverbank quite delicately and carefully created a cage that I decided would be my final resting place. Looking around, I spotted some large rocks on the ground nearby. I loaded as many as I could into my pockets for extra weight. the ran began to pelt the ground now, intensifying unimaginably. Now was the time for action. After i loaded my pockets with my rough hewn weights, I grabbed one more large rock and climbed down into the cage of roots. Now all I had to do was sit and wait for the water to rise. Placing my small boulder in my lap, I got comfortable and observed the froth on the water as the river quickly rose over my legs. Inbetween the foam on the water swirling around and the sudden shock of the coldness of the water, I didn't realize that the rain had begun to pelt down harder. Strangely, the melancholy beauty of the scene chased away any of the fear I figured I would feel. It was almost as if was at peace. The water was about at my waist now, and my legs were beginning to go numb from all of the weight in my lap. The rain beat out a steady pattern against the surface of the river that took my mind off of everything. So, I just sat, cradled by the earth and serenaded by the rain and watched the river rise.