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.