i love the thrill of being in a field

in the middle of a thunder storm

where im facing the giant purple cloud

the cloud looks at me. i look at it.

he either lets me win, or lose.

I never lose. other wise, i wouldn't be typing this right now

but someday, he might get fed up. and beat me.

I like seeing the giant angry flashes of lighting

they beat the trees and ground. but not me, yet.

I like the stinging, cool breeze that whips my hair around with ease.

I like smiling at the strong cloud. I like feeling like at any minute he could do anything...

I like the cold, wet drops on my face and ears while i stare straight forward.

I glare at the cloud, the wind carrying more wet drops. they make a strong sound

The cloud roars at me and I laugh.

Am i crazy?

Am i crazy for challenging such a thing?


But i love that feeling of a thunder storm

...and a storm it is....