she allows the raindrops to get their way with her. they’re allowed to touch her in any way they please, running from angle to angle, tracing her curves like no human ever could. and then, when they’re done, they soak into her skin, down to the bone.

her feet dance, almost involuntarily, to the beating drum of God’s thunder. He knows how to play, He knows how to get her to move, in heart and by feet. she’s always loved the rhythm of any drum, but this one, from the sky, was much more special.

I think that she connected with the storm so well, because there was one raging inside her as well.