"I'm so tired of this!" I cried out to the dark storm raging outside. “I can't just sit here and take this. I love watching you show your rage. But my life is falling apart and for once I don't think it's solely my fault." The thunder shouted at me. I turned away from the window; I am so not getting in a shouting match with a rain storm
My room lit up with a sudden flash of light, I swear I could feel the electricity in the air, crackling. I had my window opened a bit; I could hear the whisper of the rain falling. I smiled this was my favorite time, when it was raining. I loved storms, I loved every roar of the thunder, every crack of lightening, most of all I loved the fresh smell the rain seemed to bring. I took all of my clothes off leaving me as nude as the day I was born, I grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top, slid them on feeling the roughness of the denim on my legs as they slid into place on my body, the tank top falling over my shoulders, outlining my breast before falling just short of my belly button I smiled and headed outside.
As I left the cover of my porch I became instantly completely drenched. My hair flattened so that it became silky to touch, as it curled around my shoulder. My clothes clung to my body, hugging every feminine curve I had. I lifted my head to the sky, feeling each rain drop caressing my body before falling away. The rain drummed a song on my head, I leaned my head all the way back, the rain attacked my lips; I smiled as the rain pattered against my lips. I opened my mouth and felt the rain surge into my mouth, the water so fresh and alive. I let all my senses take over, the world seem to be pulsing with life. From just standing outside, I could feel my troubles falling off me like the rain drops, the rain drops seemed to be cleansing me. I smiled I love the rain; it's like a miracle from heaven.
