The rain roared down on the back porch as Dan sat there, eating his dinner in the deafening quiet. The rain was his passion, his remembrance of where he grew up. It was an old friend that stopped by so rarely that no matter what time of the day, if it came knocking, he was on the porch.
Today the clouds grew darker, even though the sun had long since slept and the light had faded away. He still sat there, mesmerized as the sky lit up from the lightning, immediately after the house shook from the loud waves of thunder. He grinned in delight knowing the lightning was close and could strike anywhere.
The rain continued to slam down on top of the tin roof of the porch, sounding like drums shouting above him. The rain grew heavier and slowly seeped onto the porch.
He laughed and wished he could step out and dance with his favorite weather, but he knew better then to test the powerful force.
Best to stay under cover while the rain was in this condition, and stroll while it was pouring or sprinkling.
He loved the rain with all his heart and it hurt when he was sick, for his parents would keep him locked up, even if his friend came knocking.
But he still slipped out time and time again, under a blanket or with a large sweater to sit and bask in the beauty which is the rain.
