Last night it rained. I lived that storm in my senses. Felt in my bones that inevitable hush....The calm before the storm. Listened to the distant rumbling of thunder and watched distant flashes of lightening illuminate the night sky. I steped out to feel the breeze that preludes the storm and on my upturned face the first sweet drops of rain... watching and waiting as the storm approached. To recall these lines 'in order to have power one must live with power'. Here I was experiencing absolute power in all its harsh and wondrous splendour. The storm was upon me. I felt rather than watched the relentless onslaught of rain, ever increasing amidst a barrage of thunder and incessant flashes of lightening illuminating my surroundings. I watch the silhouettes of trees dark against the silveryflashes of light and the bejeweled leaves heaving helpless and succumbing to the mighty forces that were alive in that moment.  Watching in awe and with a sense despair as the forces of nature unleashed its glory and majesty around me and then cease. Imperceptible in its waning....distant rumble, flash of light and a gentle rain, almost apologetic and a soothing balm on wounds left in its wake.