There is nothing more perfect than a thunderstorem except an overcast thunderstorm! I love to take Niño out and play in it, to feel the wetness seep into me, to feel the shivers it brings. I love how we get to be alone, alone in the sweet, sweet rain. No people running or shouting or getting in my way. I do the best thinking then, and retain my poetry and imagery long enough to go home and write it down. I consider thunderstorms a gift to me. I think it was Trev who said it has something to do with the electrode count or something that makes some people nervous and some exited. When I see people all crunched up in the rain I laugh because it is like they think tensing up their body and bending over will keep them dry or something!