Anger Personified

The breeze alone was amazing. The large body of water was falling in credible torrents while they watched.

The birds were flying directly over it and were crying in their loud notes while flying in an echelon.

This place reminded him of home, the smell of the water, the breeze and the smell of the vegetation around him.

It was spring and the vegetation, therefore, was lush and fresh with verdure.

He took a few steps forward on the bank of the water and looked at his reflection before he began to touch the surface of the water.

Everything felt the same. He stood up immediately before he went into hysterics again.

Memories came fleeting by and a strange lump was beginning to form in his throat.

The pictures of his dead siblings resurfaced again and made the lump bigger.

With a grunt, he turned back towards Lena who was still standing at his back watching him.

He didn't need any of that emotional stuffat this point.