Let it pour  

She arrived home just ahead of the storm. 

She had seen it in her rear view mirror and patiently sat on the front steps watching it’s impending embrace. 

She could see the rain before she felt it, saw the flashes of lightening before hearing the roll of the thunder. 

It was peaceful… the domination of something so destructive engulfing one’s entire being. To fall into the power of a storm.