By now the rain was coming down so hard on the tin roof of the building that she could hardly hear herself think. It had been raining for about fifteen minuets now, and she couldn't stand it any longer. She took off her glasses and her shoes and set them in the computer chair. After pausing the melodic flow of sound that had been radiating from her CD player, she tied her hair back and opened the door. She was greeted by a gust of wind mixed with the cold, splintering rain that had been falling. Not being able, or really even wanting to, resist the urge any longer, she ran out of the door and into the rain. She stood there, in the middle of everything, with her arms open and waiting for the harsh embrace of the world around her. For a moment, as she stood there, time seemed to stop. All the problems of her social life, the stress of her classes... Life, it all seemed to just, melt away.
While she took in everything, the swaying of the trees as their very integrity was being tested by the force of the wind, the way the falling rain made everything seem as if it were dancing; the sheer, natural beauty of it all. She began to spin.
Anyone that may have wandered by at that point may have thought her to be mad; just spinning around, there, with her arms open, in the middle of the storm, smiling away.
Eventually, though, the spinning got the best of her, as she finally tripped over herself and landed in the construction of a mud puddle.
She looked around, at her mud puddle, and laughed. She kicked her legs and flailed her arms around wildly. She reached deep into the thick, cloudy water that surrounded her, to the squishy, brown mud that hid underneath. Then, she filled both of her hands with it and hurled it into the air. She stood up and watched the mud fall into place around her.
Standing there, she looked at the trees, and unintentionally, fell into rhythm with them, She swayed back and forth, with her arms outstretched toward the sky, then she added a hop, a spin. A skip. There she was, in the middle of the storm, just dancing, fully in sync, with nature. She'd never felt so real. So alive.