The rain patters and beats over and over as wind rushes through the nervous horizon. Each time the mist touches down, a great electric arc leaps between them.Β Β The storm smiles and looks over the land with its vivid blue grey clouds. It is a beautiful storm that nurtures and enchants all the trees, sidewalks, and homes. It is a storm that cannot return enough. Thunder doesnβt roar but giggles. Wind doesnβt shriek but caresses. The rain beats faster and faster, eagerly flooding.