Do you hear the thunder, slowly rumbling over the hills? The music of nature, drumming in your ears.

Do you hear the splatter of rain, as the drops hits your face? The refreshing cold against the warm August air.

Do you stand there, waiting for the storm to pass? Knowing you’ll dry when the sun comes back.

Or

Do you curse the clouds for hiding the sun? The rays chasing away your shadows.

Do you feel the wetness in your eyes, willing yourself to believe that the rain is to blame?

Do you try to outrun the ******* clouds rolling in overhead? Try to hide, so you won’t get wet.