I was standing at my sliding screen door, looking outside. It was somewhere around 3am and all was dark, for the moon and stars were covered with dark clouds. The air was thick with humidity and I could smell the musk within it. I shut my eyes, listening to the distant thunder coming closer. The cool breeze came in through the screen and caressed my neck. The electric pulse called me outside, but I resisted, listening to the warning in my mind of the dangers there were. The lightning struck, lighting up the sky and forest with a bright streak of electricity. Suddenly, the rain came, thick drops, spilling upon the leaves and making it's way down to the Earth. I opened my eyes and the storm came ever nearer. The ligtning struck again, this time gleaming off of the wet leaves in great streaks. This storm was the first of ten I have wittnessed this year, so far. Already, I have had more thunderstorms this year, than the last two years combined. Finally, giving into the call of the storm, I stepped outside. I ignored all of the warnings of danger that my mind could give me, from rapists to being struck by lightning. I danced, the rain and wind harmonizing in a majestic song, the lightning lighting up my stage. Forgive me for not being on for so long. My computer has some problem with it, in which my cable internet no longer works. Oddly enough though, dial up works, but it ties up the phone lines so I don't go online until late at night/early morning. Anyways, I thought that I would start out again with a painting. I dedicate it to everyone in the world. I hope you like my narrative, it's a true story. I enjoy dancing in the rain. In maine we are lucky if we get maybe two or three tunderstorms a year. This year has been magnificent and I am still hoping for more. Cheers, Jess