156 of 365

I stood in the pouring rain. The clothes continued to get wet till I stopped noticing. They must have been as wet as they could possibly be. I stood fixed in my spot and stared at the rain coming down around me. The sound, the aura, the feel of the rain was the only thing on my mind. The world around had dissolved or at least its noise had died. The rain and the sensation it ignited was all that remained. The rain continued to get worse. Thunder and lightning joined in. Would a lightning strike me dead, right this moment, as I stood in this spot? Don’t think the lightning had such precision.