posted on Nov, 22 2013 @ 04:45 PM
Warily, I made my way through the woods, to an open meadow on a hill,
Here I knelt, looking around to be sure I was alone . . I was.
As I stretched out and laid on my back the winds picked up nearby leaves, swirling them up and away.
A drop of rain landed on my face, wonderfully cold and wet. A warning perhaps ?
I stared up into the gray sky, startled by the actual speed of some of the clouds flying past.
I felt dizziness, giddy dizziness, and excitement.
Off to my left the first lightning strike hit about two miles away, boldly streaking to the ground.
When the thunder came crackling I shook from the vibrations.
A quick silence followed, and I was only aware of the fresh smells a pending storm brings with it.
I had just enough time to inhale a second time before the deluge hit hard.
Hailstones crashed into my face, then beady rain in torrents.
In seconds I was soaked from head to foot.
I lay there laughing now, hoping the lightning would find me soon.
Death by lightning, death by nature ! What a rush ! What a way to go !
And another strike . . maybe fifty feet away ! And boom !
Another, then another. I felt the heat from the last one, a burning, near my leg.
The rain fell so hard it felt like it was cutting little slashes in my face.
And the noise, the roar so loud . . . so loud I screamed back at it, caught up in the panic.
Keeping my eyes open was difficult but necessary as I searched for the next bolt of lightning.
When it hit me everything went white, and I evidently passed out.
Warily, minutes later, I woke up. The thunder and lightning had moved to another hill, farther away.
Warily, I sat up.
Warily, I stood up. I was alive !
Warily, I laughed.