The sun, which had almost disappeared by now, became like a ghost,invisible to the rough rolling thunderous thunderlike purpled gray clouds.

I was just staring out the window, towards the depths of the valiant deep blue ocean, with sort of a depressed look.

I sighed. I was absolutely crestfallen.

As soon as I looked at the atrocious weather, I knew I wouldn’t be able to go outside to surf today, which made me a little bit anxious. As I was kneed there on the couch, my head gave way to the dreaming I had possessed within my trance like state of mind...

I was remembering how it felt to be riding those luscious waves, with the sultryish brightly lit sun, which always seemed to reach into my brain, waking me up, gloriously, in the way before dawn time.

I was still in another world, when there was this huge thump, to which made me jerk my head up and turn around towards the noise.

My brother took a glance at me, and seeing my sad faze, he asked curiously, “Hey, Zac, whats the matter? You look really sad...” Taylor (my older brother) asked me, as he helped himself to a piece of gooey pizza, while reaching for his reading glasses.

“Well, look at the weather, Taylor,” I pointed out, sulking like I had lost all my friends in my world.

He took a quick glance at the weather, with his gaze comprehending what the fuss was all about,and then turned back to look at me, saying, “ Hey, it looks like that it aint the greatest in the world, but cheer up. It’ll prob clear by tommorrow afternoon... Then, perhaps, you’ll be able to go back to surfing once again... In the meantime, try not to think about the dreadfulness of it all, or you’ll be sulking all day, and I really don’t care to hear it...

Anywayz,when did the weather ever stop you from having fun or being wacky, or totally off the wall hyper?” Taylor asked, taking another chomp on his pineapple and ham pizza...

I looked over at him, thinking about what he said.

“That’s right... I guess I can forget about surfing for today... I’ll be right back at it tommorrow morning, as soon as this weather turns non evil,” I said out loud, which got a strange look from my brother.

He just went back to his reading material, his eyes making a ‘dude ya lost me’ look.

I snuffed to the weather outside, saying “ hey, do ya could give me a little break here? and like maybe break a cloud or two so I can go surf tommorrow???

I paused, kicked a small rock with my foot and then thought to myself,“ Crazy Zac, ya actually think talking to the sky will help you any?”

The weather was twirling around me, as I was checking things out, and wondering what I could possibly do besides surf...

Since I was outside already now, I thought it’d be cool to play in the rain... I skipped happily through the woods, with the trees and all the nature protecting my head and body...

I then, a while later, in the thickery, saw a little skunk out by a log made by my mother three years ago... I watched it stick its snout inside a little pile of debris, obviously searching for something to eat. I was just checking out the scene, gazing fondly at the skunk.

I was still staring, almost in an entire another dimension, blurred with the rain slowly grazing down my cheeks.

I was there for a few minutes, when all of a sudden, he noticed me staring.

I paused, coming back into reality, trying not to move too much so I wouldn’t scare him away... Though, the skunk didn’t seem too worried, just a little bit uneasy... Cuz I just was like, there... Perhaps I was in his territory...

I don’t know, but I was yet to find out...

I decided to try to talk to it... I sat down on the sort of wet ground, wincing for I had sat on a branchlet of some kind.

I reached my hand out to the creature, saying all while, clear as a sunlit afternoon shining down upon all the souls in the universe, possessing their irredescent minds, glorfiying them with a talent so enriched they began to perform on stage, “Hey there, fella.. howz your life goin’? I hope swelk... Compared to this weather, anywayz... But, I bet you just love being an animal... a little cuddly furry thing who walks aound this seemingly endless earth, wondering this way and that, throughout the forrested land of enchantment and sometimes the not so great place...”

He just stared back, snorting a little sneez, making me say polietedly, “Bless you...”

I paused, then suggested, “how about I call you Spike...”

He yawned hugely, showing his incredibly small yet dangerous teeth, and simply scratched his striped head with ease. He just looked at me, with this strange look on his face...

We were just like starring into another world, each of us, connected in a world so sane, yet it definetly had some ends that needed fixing.

This world, as we each knew it, was good versous evil. Like one day it’s nice and breezy, then the next could be totally blown away hot and humid...

The world as the saw it that afternooon, was sacred, for we each gathered each others presence of living as an animal and as a human who were just observing the bountifuls of life...