In the middle of a heavy terrible storm my mind wanders to the sun.
Beads of water drip off my eyelash as I close it and feel the warmth of a hot august day.
The thunder is doing what thunder does best grows louder gets closer, I would give anything for a red hot sunburn that stings to the third degree.
The lightning drenched natures rave reflecting off puddles only makes me crave the hardened thirsty light that dehydrated pavement absorbs like a victim to the days rays.
Finally- a break in the clouds. Silence. Heat. The sunlight is better than my wildest dreams. Glowing lines protrude from all angles like a crude childrens drawing.