I love the low overlaying clouds. The dark ones that warns a heavy storm.
I love how the strong wind that blew before a storm comes.
I love how the leaves dance along the wind,
as though the wind is the music to their dance.
And how they held hands to form a circle.
Bigger and bigger they went,more and more joined in.
The beginning start with a tiny drop,that one might not even feel it.
Then another drop,and another drop.
I love the flash of lightning that flashed across the sky,among the clouds.
I love the thunder,so loud that it shook the ground below me.
With a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder,the sky opened up and let the rain poured down.
They fall and fall,
and fall way down until that fat silver drop of water hits the ground with a splatter.
Dry roads turn wet, clogged drains causing floods.
And this marks the beginning of the storm.

I opened one of my eyes to peek,and close it again. Curling myself up into a ball,and snuggle into the warmth of my bed. I close my eyes and return to my dreams.