a storm awakening

Catching the raindrops out of my window.Light plays hide and seek between the clouds flashing in between occasional rainbows in the sky.A storm awakens after its deep slumber and powerfully sweeps the streets.The clouds inflate in the sky like a wonderful gray balloon, hovering over the city.The raindrops dance on the rooftops, on the pavements, in the puddles in the streets, all over the wet landscape. Meteorologists carefully examined the phenomenon and posed their realistic thoughts talking about the relevant humidity, the barometric low and the atmospheric pressure that will subsequently keep people at home for the rest of the day. "Storms will be nasty they say", I hear from the neighbor that steps out to the balcony to quickly gather the clothes that are already soaked from all the raindrops that placed their humid bodies on them."Who would want to be out on a day like this?"The Meteorologists give their scientific realism on it.My neighbor sees a wild phenomenon and avoids confrontation. I only see the raindrops dancing all over me. I can feel my body slowly lifting till i am one of these raindrops.Who would want to go out on a day like this...

i leave my protection behind and go out the door,onwards in the raging storm.