There is a thunderstorm upon my nook of the world today. Lightening casually flashes across the sky and thunder comes angrily behind it. As the patchworked gray and white sky moves across, I sit sheltered on my little porch. My bare feet and pink polished toes are kissed by flecks of rain. I wish I was in the woods dancing in that rain. The limbs of the trees would be heavy with water and yet I am light and so are they. We would revel in the refreshing water that gives us sustenance and give thanks for the cleansing that the rainfall brings. We are refreshed. We are still ourselves yet renewed.