The Dominators
The grass was fresh with dew, the air moist with mud. The width and length remained the largest measurements that lay within vicinity. High up in the air was a clear, blue sky, with occasional patches of fluffy white clouds that decorated the sky, filling up spaces that looked too bare and making the sky look as if they were filled with white polka dots. In the middle of the grass patch stood an area of sand mixed with mud. The lines around it seemed to capture that area like a camera zoomed into that very patch of brown among green, keeping it focused. Like the sky, this area was dotted with whites that moved about in quick succession.

The dots of whites were the only things in the field, apart from the grass, sand, mud, lines and of course, the sky. Yet, no one seemed to care. No one added anything else to the dots of whites, not even a whisper of secret or the rustle of leaves. The wind was cool -- not too windy nor calm. A few birds flew in and out occasionally, sometimes stopping for food in the middle of the field, but not staying out long too long either. The sun hid behind one of the clouds, which gradually peeked out from behind as the wind moved the clouds like a giant shifting the mountains to reveal the gold lying underneath. Nothing came in after the birds left, not until a while later when the giant decided to paint tehe clouds a dark, dangerous gray and hiding the sun once more.

Noises continued from the field, from the white dots, sometimes loud, other times soft, as if a radio was having its volume tuned to the largest, then softest, alternatively in quick succession. Still, no one stepped in. Even under the darkened sjy, the picture still looked perfect. Anything else added to it will look redundant, like a hole added in an apple. The wind, stopped blowing and the dark clouds hovered over them, lingered a second too long and a slight drizzle came pattering down onto the grass.

Thw white dots remained in the field, not caring to move out of the drizzle, which gradually turned into giant raindrops that fell upon them. Still, not any of them shifted out of the field. They moved as instructed to, some within the boundary, others outside, but focusing intently nevertheless. A few minutes later, the giant shifted the cloud away, letting the sun shine upon the field once more.

The Hurricanes broke into a babble of talk and laughter, still in each of their own positions, pausing to listen to instructions before focusing on what they each had to do. No one interfered with the practice. No one could. Not even the rain. They were concentrating hard on their own practice, doing to the best of their abilities. They kept others away without much effort. They dominate the field.

*this is dedicated to HURRICANES, especially to my juniors.. u did us all proud! **hugs**!!!!*