I looked up from my chair to see clouds, black as coal, not too far from where I was sitting. It was one of those summer afternoons where you just sit and read on the porch all day. The wind picked up quickly. It felt as if Mother Nature was blowing into a balloon, and our earth was the balloon. I got to my feet racing as fast as I could so I could close all the cabin windows. When I got back to the porch, the trees looked as if they were dancing, swaying back and fourth. The warm air smelled of fresh rain. The waves of the lake were particuarly large, and they came crashing down on my small, sandy beach. Now the thunder came as if the gods up above were playing the drums. I went outside just as the tears of mother nature came puring down. And I started to dance in the rain, enjoying every moment of this storm.