As the clouds clear away, the grass takes a drink of the new found water
the air smells of crisp oxygen and the land brightens its glow
the pond ripples as droplets from this dead tree fall down into the water, ever so slightly breaking the surface
I sit here, in the dead sturdy branches of this tree; overlooking the entire landscape that is before me
letting out a long held breath, I let my imagination wonder
as I vacantly watch the little droplets plummet into the pond I find myself wondering what it would be like being that delicate drop of rain
castigating down to the vast world of water,  finally becoming part of something bigger, disappearing forever, fading away into everything around me
With a sigh I let my thoughts wonder elsewhere, unsure of what my imagination can dream up next, but I let it run free and wait with anticipation. . .
after what seems like ages I realize that the clouds are back
the dark, menacing clouds
thunder rumbles so hard I can feel it inside my chest, shaking me to my core
I should leave. . .
But I don’t
I always seem to stick around for the bad stuff, before I can get my train of thought back, it starts
hitting me like small daggers
the cold little droplets pierce my skin and sting as if they were fire
It falls harder, gradually picking up speed
eventually the lightning starts,
now I regret staying
but alas
I still stay
I watch as bright instantaneous flashes of light crash to the ground, forcing entry into the earth’s surface, damaging the lovely landscape one strike at a time.
eventually the storm beings to calm, as do my thoughts
when the storm is long gone I find myself watching the little droplets plunge into the pond again everything is has returned to being peaceful
with every droplet that falls, so does my anxiety and my perception of time