Watching the Storm

The rain slowly starts, the warm breeze blows the smell of a spring rain around me. I breath deeply. The rain adds upon itself as the warmth of the breeze mixes with the coolness of the incoming storm. It grows ever darker with the rain leading the storm to me. The sky seems dark with clouds and the heavy rain falling on the ground. Then the sky lights with color as light shoots across the sky. Its as the sky was painted for a split second as the color reaches to the far stretches of the sky. And then as the darkness rolls back over the sky and the rain continues to fall upon the ground. Then rolls in the sound that wraps around everything. The warmth of the sound fill the darkness with everything covered up with a blanket of sound. Then the darkness is warm while the sky is dimly painted once again with color of light. As the storm moves slowly over me the thunder still comforts me with the sound of warmth as the sky lights less and less, and the rain is a constant sound. With the breeze of a storm as the sounds of the rain lulls me, and the distant color of light painting the clouds ever so slightly with the blanket of thunder wrapping around me as i drift off to sleep.