The Rainstorm How strong the storm stirring me inside... So raw, so wild, in its intensity and savage beauty Never anything more or less nor hiding what it truly is The trees are in a struggle to remain whole. Leaves turned upon themselves hoping against hope to survive longing to burst into color Their boldness standing against the wind in an endless struggle Yet their spirit is not broken They are bending and twisting to stay in sync with the wind to hold their ground Rain running through the street in rivers of water flowing endlessly downhill Lightning off in the distance highlighting the blackened sky. The wind is moving so fast like a train on an endless track trying to move anything and everything within its path So powerful the thrusts the movement A giant hand brushing aside the foliage as if it were a painting that needed to be improved or erased Life is so wonderful in the face of nature so little are we when measured against it I feel the wind as it races past my neck I thrill in the scent of freshness of the wetness to come The sound it makes as it passes like a whisper in my ear Hinting at more rain or maybe just a tease to say "I am the powerful one" I stand firm with the wind blowing my hair away from my face The rain soaks me, my clothes Barefoot, I am excited to be exposed by the storm a dance of two souls by Pam Coker.... Chris' Midis Now playing..."Storm" JAVA BOUTIQUE The rain applet from the above site... A gift of love to Misty from Rainbow...