Where I live, it is a real legit desert. Right now is monsoon season, and there are a ton of rain storms. It is 8:42 PM, so whenever lightning strikes, it makes the clouds glow as an eerie back drop to the forks of lightning, piercing the sky like a knife. Bethie stood looking at it through the courtyard door, which is hidden to the sky by the rest of the house. She had her face pressed up to the glass, so I whispered in her ear, "you can see it better from the back door." She leapt up, and raced to the back door, and just about ran into it when she stopped and squished her nose up to the glass again. When lightning struck, she jumped around, and with a big grin on her face screamed "SO COOL!!!!!!!" As you can imagine, a little five year old doing this was very amusing. In the spirit of the rain here, I'd like to share a little poem from my friend.
Some people call it a childish stain
But it is sinful to lie
For one receives energy from dancing in the rain
And the thunder is only their battle cry.
-E.K.P.
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