It's storming outside and I love it. The rumbling thunder loud enough to shake the walls of my home, the lightning that streaks across the clouds and ignites the sky in brilliant blinding flashes that still linger in my sight even when I close my eyes, the torrential fall of the great gullywasher raindrops that splash into growing pools on the ground, I love it.

When no one is around I like to go outside and stand in the rain. Fuck the umbrella, I'll grab my swimming trunks. If I thought I could getaway with it without anyone driving by my home in the country, I'd go naked. I love storms. There's something about the towering black clouds that make me feel insignificant, but in a wonderful way. It's something about the way the strongs winds nearly bowl me over, the feel of the boom of the thunder that I can feel in my chest that fills me electric energy that makes me wish I join in and shout just as loud and join the fun.

I love the feel of the mud squishing between my bare toes. I love the sudden drop in temperature when the rain first starts to sprinkle, then grows in intensity until the ditches of the dirt road I live next to are overflowing. They begin to look very much like a miniature damn has burst and has sent the tiny rivers into a flooding disaster that cascades and rages down the hill I live on, sweeping away leaves, twigs, and small gravel. I love the feel of the cold rain as it splatters against my face and arms, and soaks my t-shirt, plastering it to my skin. There is nothing like it. See you all later. I have to go play in a puddle now. Fuck yeah! XD