Bringer of Rain

I took a long stroll along the shore this afternoon. The sand was soft under my feet. The ocean was so calm and clear that I could see a crab skittering around several feet under water. The sky was a thousand shades of blue and trimmed all over with clouds of every shape and variety. It began to rain, and as I walked the length of the beach, the rain followed me, keeping pace, always falling on my back but not in front of me, as if I were the Bringer of Rain.