A black clouded sky provided the perfect introduction to its following fierce summer storm.patches of blackening cloud twisted and contorted themselves to mimic the forms of grotesque daemons in the fading light of the now unrecognizable sunset.
Like the crack of a whip, lightening weaved itself around and through the clumps of clouded mass to signal the arrival of the storm.
First the slight rumble echoed to quieten the earth and alert all life to the dance about to take place within the stage of the sky's.
to this,another flash and and even louder crack sounded to answer the previous.
The sky fell in a flurry of fat water droplets, each glistening ball carefully  collected from the oceans and streams in preparation for natures dance.This journey has been traveled hundreds of thousands of time by each life giving  measure of liquid,returning each wet season to quench the thirst of the land.A slight breeze blows in no apparent direction as humidity refuses to subside.pellets of gently padding liquid plummet from the arms of the sky to increase in size and number.tongues of white flicker light upon everything below in the last ebbing rays of sun.the lonely red sphere peaks out from the rarity of still clear sky to bid the day to night and roll below the grey horizon.
for a moment there is a lull in all sound,the birds silenced,the rain dissipates and the breeze grinds to a humid halt.
A low hum,barely detectable gallops into a loud crash.shaking everything below and the rain plummets in full force,baring down on all below with stinging ferocity .All sound was drummed out by the screaming of constant rain and the moaning of creaking trees as a tempest took hold from every direction to worsen the storm.
the ever contorting clouds take to changing their appearance in another aspect,the sky turned a sickly yellow brown and forced out even heaver bombardments of water.The ballet of the sky's rolled on and changed to deep green.winds howled,trees cracked and fell and the rain worsened. thunder roared like wild lionesses yanking violently on chains of earthbound lightening.

Nature wields her power with the majesty of a queen as all sounds of the tempest combine to create music of beauty and life.
You are able to see almost nothing as you step out to brave the storm adorning nothing but your skin and respect for the earth mother.

With your skin prickling from the stinging rain you expose yourself to the full force of natures elements.
Feeling your spirit fall with the rain and swirl with the winds you close your eyes and open your soul.It is as if you are the storm,the winds blow through you,the rain is within you,you become the storm.
the constance of the falling rain set you onto a trance,neither standing, nor floating,nor flying,nor falling.withing the storm and without it.you find the place between the flashes and dwell in the space between the raindrops.within the ebbing of twilight you find your peace sanctuary in the exposure of your most natural form,wrapped in golden light and shrouded in shadow,lost in the limbo of twilight.
flashes peirce your thought and draw you deeper into the storm.Dusk forms around you and takes you into its fading arms to hold you through the darkness.
Without you the tempest ebbs to silence,within you its spirit still rages.