Lightning

{This is a Stream of Conciousness journal entry}

 

The willow tree's long branches thrash around madly, and rain is pelting down from the sky, through the branches, in 40 degree weather.  Lightning strikes, illuminating the sky in a florescent blue-ish white, terrifying me, yet mesmerizing me at the same time.  The thunder crashes loudly, and it rumbles on and on, lasting at least half a minute, although it seems as though it lasted a lifetime.   I smile with the pleasure of the storm, its 45 MPH winds whipping my hair around my face, threatening to blow me away.  I strip off my rain poncho and hoodie, so I'm standing under this weeping willow, in just a T-shirt and jeans.  I feel the cold instantly- the temperature threatens to freeze me, but that's nothing a toasty fire, some blankets, and a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup can't fix.  I step out into the rain, and am immediately drenched and cold as can be.  And I love it.  I love the feel of the ice cold rain, pelting against my skin, soaking me to the bone, and the dangerously strong winds knocking into me.  I love the sensation of purity, like the rain is washing away all my insanity, anger, rage, sorrow, hopelessness.   I close my eyes and spread my arms out, opening myself to the clouds above, urging them to rain harder.  I start to laugh from pleasure as I spin in circles, enveloped in pure joy and peace of mind.  Then, even through my eyelids, I see a blinding flash of white light, and then every single particle of my existence burns.  I feel as though I'm being fried.  The pain is so intense, worse than anything I've felt before.  This lasted but a second, but it seemed to drag on for eternity.  Right then, I learned why it's so dangerous to stand outside when lightning is flashing and thunder is booming.  I collapsed, dead.