Yes it's late but there is a storm raging outside my window and it is fantastic! :) So, I was inspired and wrote a little passage, or whatever you want to call it :)
I spread my arms, palms upward, and tilt my face back to soak in the rain. It soaks my skin instantly, my eyelashes filling with droplets, my lips spreading to a grin. The water dances on my face and arms, suddenly illuminated by jagged lightning splitting the sky. A low rumble follows as I twirl, sending droplets flying off me.
A voice behind me shouts, “You’ll catch your death!!”, and for a split second I agree, but the freedom of the water running down my face entices me otherwise. I begin to walk. Slowly, at first but my feet are picking up the pace. Soon I’m flying across the wet ground, so fast I’m breathless. My heart pounds and I laugh as I leap over a deep puddle and continue my flight. Where am I going? I haven’t figured out where. I’m too busy watching the rolling black clouds, watching them continuously disappear behind jagged lights. I awake to the pelting of rain on our roof, and lightning flashing through my window. What a storm :) ~by Brittany Love
