Clouds roil over the horizon, sweeping in with alarming speed. Suddenly, I notice the darkness - all the daylight seemed to have fled the oncoming storm as well. The air is tense, charged; the whole world seems to be holding its breath, waiting for the storm to break over us.

Small droplets begin to tumble to the earth, teasing what was coming. Within minutes, the clouds had opened in earnest, the heavens pelting the hard ground with rain.

My clothes are water logged, my boots sucked into the now muddy ground beneath me. I run for cover, a lightning bolt striking the church steeple ahead of me, the great boom of thunder following quickly.