Powerful triump: Water vs mountain part 10

One day the winds died down. As the winds began to slow down, the temperature day by day by day began to rise and began to feel life come back. Mr. River was slowly coming out of a hardened form and he was back! It was about 50 degrees in the day time and about 30 at night. It was perfect weather. After being bunched in that crack for a month almost two, he was slowly feeling the energy come back and the army, the rest of the river seemed refreshed. The crack between the mountain was wider and as they gained momentum, they started at the mountain little by little. The land was a tad different. There was more water. The storms that Ms. Ocean had sent were good enough.

            Mr. River and his army had a new found power. They wore at that crack harder than they did a month ago. As the days went by, they noticed the temperature would increase. Mr. River noticed by the third day that it was actually hot outside; the temp was in the mid 70’s to low 80’s. Mr. River found it odd but kept at his usual tactic. He kept pushing Mr. Banks further out and determined to carve into the mountain. Then it hit Mr. River like boulders crashing into him, it was still winter. He wasn’t sure what was going on. He sent the message down his winding path of an army and out to his new soldiers telling Ms.Ocean to send more storms. In a few hours, there were clouds at the peaks. They passed over and it began to rain. Mr. River felt more power and was starting to rage. Ms.Ocean sent another storm, a storm that would flood the region. The storm was sent over lower mountain peaks a little further from Mr. River but it was still a great assistance. 

Mr. River was a full blown roaring rapids and the crack he was working at was getting wider. Mr. River kept asking for more storms. Ms. Ocean kept sending them and they kept clearing the mountain peaks. Mr. River was feeling powerful. Mr. Banks at this point had no chance. Mr. River was moving him with an incredible force. The next day, the temperature dropped about 10 degrees. It was noticeable but nothing to worry about Mr. River thought, just in case, maybe we should get more water. So he asked Ms. Ocean for more rain. She sent another storm.

            He felt that was good enough for now.  Mr. River was on a mission and his mission was to prove Mr. Mountain wrong. He asked for more storms. Ms Ocean said no. Not believing the answer, he asked Ms Ocean for another storm and she said no again. Ms. Ocean had never seen her father Mr. Mountain just give up. In some sense, she felt bad. Deep down in her “ocean” heart, at the bottom, the part she covered that was him, she knew  at anytime she could rise up against her father but she never did, in some sense, the hatred she spewed at him, was an enjoyment and normal interaction with her father. 

              She didn’t mind going back and forth, tic for tac with her father; she didn’t want to destroy him but it’s almost in her nature to do so; she’s water. Mr. River grew furious that Ms. Ocean was not corresponding and he was shocked. He was shocked that she wasn’t taking advantage of the situation. Mr. River kept going at the crack. He figured his Army was big enough and the expansion was starting to look beautiful. What now Mr. Mountain!?!  What now Mr. Banks!?! Look at me! You, Mr. Banks, you’ve been pushed back and you told me, I couldn’t become a Lake but look at my beautiful spawn off. That over there, is ME! As for you Mr. Mountain, I’m going to split you WIDE open sir; you’ll see. Mr. River kept digging into the crack, slowly wearing the side away and widening the gap. Every day and Every night, he flowed heavily and steadily at that crack. He was determined and he knew nothing was going to stop him…

            To be continued…

The lesson: Water vs Mountain part 9

Mr. Mountain sees that River is starting to get through to him. Ms. Ocean, with all of her furry, lines up 10 storms and each storm extremely vicious are heading for Mr. Mountain. In the distance, you see the black clouds, the lightning dancing in the sky and thunder so loud it sounds like bombs going off in the distance. Mr. Mountain stands tall and bold. He watches the last of the sunset. He thinks to himself, “I love her so much but she hates me…why does she hate me? I only loved her mom, why does she hate me!?! Why does she FUCKING HATE ME!?! He shakes again, he stops shaking and then gathers all of the cold air from the stop and he quickly pushes down. He pushes the cold wind towards the powerful storms and the storms get blown back over the ocean. 

On both sides of him, the leeward and windward side, he pushes the cold air down at a face rate. The wind does not have a chance to warm up on either side. The air is cold. Mr. Mountain sent down air from his peak that was -56 degrees and it only warmed 10 degrees by the time it hit sea level. The warm air that was down below warmed it up to a little bit but it was -40 degrees. Mr. River who was steady at work didn’t even realize what was going on until he slowly began to lose energy. He all of a sudden felt tired and felt everything was slowing down, than he realized he was starting to freeze. With his last bit of energy and determination, he turned into ice between the cracks. 

The rest of the river, the lake and anything in that region started to freeze. The winds were loud, cold and harsh; it was early December now and winter started two week early. Mr. Mountain was mad, upset, hurt and vengeful. His daughter, Ms. Ocean kept sending storms but he would as usual, force all of her storms to his highest peak and they would die. He would take his winds blow them back to her, and like clockwork, Ms. Ocean would get her creations back and with more anger, re-create them and send them back. Eventually Ms. Ocean, the aggressive side was starting to get tired. It was two weeks from winter and she had been attacking her father since March  non-stop. Mr. Mountain would not let up. The lands below him stayed cold. He showed no remorse. Mr. River knew all he had to do was wait it out. As he sat there frozen between the rocks, it gave him some time to think. 

In between those rocks, he began to worry. He started thinking what if by the time spring shows up, I won’t have the power or energy to create what I did. He thought to himself, this is the mountain trying to break me. Mr. River changed his energy and focused on one thing and one thing only, getting through this mountain. What was fall turned into a winter. Mr. Mountain had not let up. It had been at least 2 weeks since the lands below felt any kind of heat. It was cold and anything that dare cross this desert would not make it. A few of miss oceans storms made it over the mountain tops but they only dropped snow; some days, it was so cold, it couldn’t snow.

Ms. Ocean was upset. She felt she had failed. All of her 10 storms that were sent, three of them produced snow. It was enough to hold off on. The winds in the region picked up the snow and whipped it around. The visibility was impossible. There were days the region was under a massive white out. Mr. River, stuck between the cracks had not moved in weeks. The war he started is the war that Mr. Mountain intended to finish. One day, the winds died down…

To be continued…