Storms

I've always been particularly fond of summer rains.  The warm, cleansing aspect of them combined with the power of the thunder and lightning make them absolutely wonderful.  I once biked the 6 miles from church to my house in a thunderstorm, with no rain jacket or light on my bike.  It was beautiful.

Rain.

The deluge washes over us,

soaking us and

making us shiver.

Lightning.

Tendrils so bright and forceful

arc across a dark tapestry.

The air sizzles in anticipation of

Thunder.

Rumbles shake head and bones,

scaring the younger and exciting the ones who know

the thunder is only an indicator of the storm's power.