I will forever be possessed by the Spring rains and brilliant Summer storms of my childhood that frequently graced our countryside farm. Big magnificent storms often rolled in unannounced, where fear and freedom came together as we watched in awe from where we stood. They came in fast, born between both Heaven and Earth, with my soul somewhere meeting at their center. Never can I forget on the days the rain would start to fall with the first giant drops as the clouded skies would blacken fast as shadows merged together turning day to a haunting night of magical twilight colors, where all blues would turn to deep translucent greens, towering against the mountainous rolls of gray with their columns of black rain growing a towering wall taller and taller, shedding off the last sliver of sparkled light that torched only the very tips of running clouds just before extinguishing into a blind dark fury unleashed like Gods in a battle. The wind came to me, thrown downward and across our pastures blowing Bermuda grasses into rolling waves of shimmering light dancing against their silk green blades. The enormous oak trees would come alive twisting and bowing as if paper mache dolls, while the sunflowers would bow in unison. Fresh linen sheets on the clothes line whipped as if sails in a gale force sea. In the twirling magnificent rage, the sky blasts opens with no warning, showering down massive sheets of warm and cold rain with giant drops, clear and silver, engulfing everything. Fear was but a moment in me that turned to elation. I then ran crazed, full of the lightning with my mothers frantic distant voice drowned in the overpowering storm. The rains came first, then hale began to pelt me in it's furious gusts as I laughed wildly insane into the wind until it laughed back at me. Small rivers began to flow over my bare feet. The mysterious smell of ozone mist assaulting all my senses as I ran full speed into the storm, chasing the eyes center into the fields of fury. The skies above opened wider as the clouds fell down around me with shattering booms, swallowing me in its rage, where I tempted the heavens with my arms outstretched to throw her lightning bolts through me, bright jagged streaks that were clawing ferociously down to earth with each roar.
And then as fast as the storm had arrived, and faster than I could run, it left without pause. The wispy fringe of the clear black towers fleeing, I watched them move on like a passing slow train leaving me standing alone with water running down my face and dripping from my chin, the fading deep rumble and flashes of lightning now at a great distance. I stood silent for no Godly reason, stood alive like a triumphant warrior pierced through the heart...
