Harmonious Hell

Using the 4 elements to depict a solitary working man

The air was blistering hot as the man worked the field
His skin felt like fire as the sun beat down on him
The earth was tough, baked by the sun, harder to hand till
Wiping his brow, he stared at the slick perspiration on the back of his hand
Drying within a few seconds, the man raised an eyebrow at the speed

Reaching behind him, he grabbed his water skin
Shaking it, it was roughly half full, pure nectar from the gods he thought
He allowed a tiny drop to wet his lips, feeling the liquid seep into them
Then he raised the water skin further and drank heartily from it
When done, he shook it again estimated that the was just under a quarter left

With a sigh, he turned back to the heavy air, searing his lungs
Shifting cover his shoulders with his shirt
The air clipped his skin sharply, the fire of the sun blistered him
All he had was the earth and water to keep him working