I must admit that I am the first one outside in rain
The sound a storm in the distance calls
Calls me out from the shelter into the openess
A place where I can expose myself
A place where I can feel it's full effect
The wind whipping through the tress
Points towards where I shall follow
The first rain drops hitting my skin
A tantalising taste
The smell of the air changes
Fresh crisp moist
Creatures that hide from the heat and sun
Come out to play
The sound of thunder in the distance
Loud and strong
I follow longing for more
The rain grows stronger
The lights in the sky showing the way
The moister under my feet
The sounds grow closer
As if calling my name
I find my self paused
The heavy rain stings my skin
Yet drips from my skin
Blurs my eyes
Yet the lighting in the darkness
Electrify's them ignites them
I dare not close them
I don't want to miss a thing
The sound should be deafening
Yet I hear every noise
My senses darting from one to the other
Yet I find complete peace
The wind so strong
Yet a peaceful whistle
A desire to stand under the middle of the storm
It's energy and power I am in awe of.