I can sense it.

That low rumble, the humidity, a flash of light in the far distance.

It is perfect.

Now it is upon us— great loads of rain dumped upon my shoulders…

I love it. I live for it.

I hear a crack of thunder and light flickers around me. I was almost hit. But I love being wreathed in lightning.

I throw back my head as cascades of rain patter down onto my face, laugh, and I feel alive.