The country road reaches across the field of brown and into the forest of thick lush green. There's a bridge with metal railings with a Roaring Creek below. I stand there breathing in the scent of the spring air. In the distance a beast roars and you are a fool to not be scared. I am both scared and excited for the electricity in the air fills my insides and the world around me transforms. The tree tops sway and the Birds Retreat out of sight. I can no longer hear their chirping like I did before and it may be the smart thing to retreat from the fury roaring towards me but I don't.
The pressure drops and the sky darkens up with beautiful rolling storm clouds. I admired the tents of green and blue and how the Sun fights to break through them. Everything is more green now. It's just as if the world around me is welcoming the coming rain. The breeze tickles my skin at first sending chills down my spine. Then it pushes against my chest with such force it feels as if it fills my lungs to the point of exploding as it Tangles my long free hair. Electricity fills the air and the sky cracks like a whip bringing me to my knees. I feel the dirt on my hands now, I like the feeling of small rocks and brown powder on my Palms. I stare down at the ground for a moment and catch my breath.
There is no Society here in this moment, I could strip naked and the storm would not care, it would destroy me all the same. There is no rules for the lightning strikes where it wants and the rain falls as fast and it would like. I need to be part of the storm and its freedom, I want so badly to forget the stresses of my daily life and become an entity of this beautiful freak of nature. I could dance with the lightning and sing with the Thunder as the rains washed all my worries away.
I can see the downpour off in the distance now. Should I run the question on my crosses my mind for a fraction of a second because I still fear this Beast, I wish to be no fool but my undeniable need of the rain on my skin overrides my thoughts as I stand there watching the wall of pouring water race towards me. The water hits at once soaking my hair and clothes and blinding my eyes and cooling my nerves. I throw my head back and holler along with the deafening wind. Everything feels right, nothing feels wrong, and I have never felt more exhilarated. For a wise man once said "All Good Things Are Wild and Free."
"All good things are wild and free"- Thoreau
