The clouds rolled in, like an army of dark dense cotton balls ready to release hell on anything in, or beneath their path. They plagued the sun with a disease of darkness, allowing no natural light to grace the earths surface with its warmth. I sat watching. Just waiting for the first drop, the ice cold, burning little drop that would fall from the sky and kiss my forehead. I was sitting on a swing …showed first 75 words of 326 total…

…showed last 75 words of 326 total…with that brilliant glow of electricity. Power. The power I would, just once like to experience. The power that is provided by nature, the rain, clouds and the lightning. So natural, yet so strong, and soon I would be able to experience this power. I would be able to absorb the knowledge that the rain carried, swim in the gift of life given to us by the great rain god, Ganymede. I continued to wait.