A rainy war of the Samurai

As the Samurai warriors stoud there waiting for the adreniline of of war to embrase them.  they felt it coming, the soothing and cool air of a soft rain shower. the rain came down. at first it was warm and it gently and quietly tinged on their armour. soon the peace was broken with the cries of the samurai enemy, which turned the clear, warm, and soothing rain into a heavy down poor. with the prickly rain pooring down the adreniline swept the samurai like the rain swept the field. thier faces turned pale and clammy with the steady down poor that pounded thier bodies. it turned thier lite steal amour into heavy plates of metal. the adriniline was not over. the samurai yelled and the sweet taste of cool water filled thier mouths. a smell of moust oak and pine asailed thier nostrils as the archers lined up to fire the arrows at the enemy. the samurai heard the word that threw them into a crazy frenzy of rage and justice. "Charge!" was the word that struck fear into the heart of the enemy and justice into the hearts of the samurai troops. the archers let fly the tree demons that were struntg on thier bows that held the power to win wars. the war was over before it started. the samurai had outstanding skills of war. they were built for that porpose. war. it was over. the rain came and went. a rainbow came out to show the samurai that they could go home in peace.

The dove

the dove is free to fly the univerce it can sore to hights unimaginable but when it rains its wings are to heavy to keep flying