Escape into the rain

The rumbling sound of the thunder reached out to her, echoing in her ears and head, making her feel very different to the old woman she knew she was.
She waited for it to come again, revelling in the distant power that even at this distance vibrated through her body. Maybe it would come closer, she thought. Most of the time it faded so quickly, hurrying to escape to somewhere else. She always hated it when it did that. Almost as though it knew she was waiting and was deliberately trying to get away from her.



A blinding, split second flash of lightning lit up the sky, and she waited, counting the seconds. Usually the distance grew greater, but after five or six seconds the rumbling sound returned, turning into a tumbling, rolling noise that thudded all around her.She could feel the power of it, and something deep inside her matched the vibration and saluted it. 
She held her breath. Would it get any closer? She prayed that it would, for only when the sound of it deafened her, the wildness and the power waking something that lived deep within her, did she feel truly alive.



She had always found solace in Nature, whether it was a garden, a forest, a wild, churning sea or the simple beauty of flowers. The feeling that she truly belonged was never too far away, no hiding or pretence to try not to notice or feel.Sometimes in those precious moments, she felt as though she would melt and soak into the ground, to vanish completely and be no more…                                            .............................................................
check out this weeks post from Jaye here , really lovely piece...