The Bare Necessities

Rain Storms

I used to be scared of rain storms
The wind would hoot and howl against my door and scream past my street corners.
The thunder would rumble and shake my ear drums.
Then the lighting would strike and a surge of light would flash before me.
Then I feared it, now I admire it.
I listen to the whistling winds cut the street corners and sing a song of freedom.
It screams as it flies at ungodly speeds to rush to its next destination.
The thunder would boom and my heart would do jumping jacks to its beat.
Each roll of volume would make my chest heave with life and my ears listen for what thunder has to say.
Then pretty soon lighting would answer it.
The flashes of neurons enlarged by the thousands in the sky.
The volts of electricity could kill, but it's a beauty to behold.
It's mothers natures veins that shock the skies.
And it may be rain, the tears that she cries.