STORMS

The wind is coming up feel it stirring? Look at the sky getting darker and more brooding. And the leaves on the trees ... see how they turn up ... almost like they're afraid. Feel the air change ... getting more damp ... and cooler.

You just know there's a storm in the air. It's easy to feel it coming. It's almost exciting.

The birds are chirping and dashing around frantically. I feel my insides stirring in anticipation. I love storms and sure hope it thunders. Here comes the wind ... stronger ... tree branches are really stirring now. The birds have all gone to hide ... there's a silence except for the wind. The sky is black now ... so ominous looking and so exciting. The water on the lake has perked

up. See the whitecaps there ... so pretty, and now the wind is whipping through the trees
... the sky is really ready and so am I. For the storm is about to break.

Suddenly ... the rumbling of thunder is heard ... grumbling ... rolling ... exciting. The
storm builds its momentum ... strutting its stuff ... letting you know its power. And there
... the lightning flashes .and the raincloud

Then the dance begins ...between the lightening, the thunder, and wind. I love to watch the dance. It's magical, so very powerful, so elegant.

We look at it as if it is random and chaotic but it's not.
There is symmetry ... even harmony and balance.

One, two, three, boom ... lightning.
One, two , three, crash ... wind blows.
One, two, three, rain pours ... ohhh the waltz of
the storm.

The desire is there ... gotta run ... gotta be in it ... gotta feel the rain on me. Everyone hides ... not me. I love the power of the storm. The rain is pelting my skin but it doesn't hurt. It stirs me so and drives me wild.

Thunder gains momentum ... cracking like a whip ... almost violent now.
And the lightning ... more brilliant and those lines of definition ...so beautiful.

And the wind swirling the leaves, and the sand. The water splashes all about.
	Oh, the glory of a storm ... its power, its control, its beauty, and its passion. Almost like a love game of the sky when the storm comes. And I love to be right there ... like an intruder in the passion of the dance