Her world looks remarkable even when it rains. Colours darker and views often lost behind cloud or fog, but the picture is still painted far better by the hand of nature than she can ever produce herself. She cannot master the arch of a raindrop or the curve of a palm frond blowing in the breeze. She cannot mix the right colours to show the calm before the storm, the pause of Earth before it reveals itself again. She cannot replicate the sound of thunder rolling over mountains and crashing into waves.
She needn’t try.
In the case of nature, she is not the artist, but rather, the audience.
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