Title: The Dance of Winds
Genre: Nature, Spirituality
Rating: G
Summary: To dance in the wind and rain.
Written: May, 2006

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The wind rips around my hands, my arms, my legs, and my torso. whipping my hair in to join with the current, the wind picks up around me as the storm pulls at me, teasing me to join in on the fun. The powerful clouds roll across the sky, and the wind pulls, like a child tugging on my hand. the scent of rain fills my senses but the clouds hold it within jealously still. One can't help but smile, caught up in the amusement, like a child playing a well known game yet it suddenly seems like new.

Brushing over my cheek, it gives another tug at my hair before gathering into the ripples driving across the grass, chasing itself around the other people standing nearby. It still pulls at me, like a child wanting their sibling to come play with them. The others don't feel it. They still are caught up in concerns and worries that seem utterly frivolous to the force of nature.

The storm tugs at me again, the wind rolling up to meet the powerful clouds, whom can't withhold their treasure anymore, and small round wet spots appear along the the ground. The droplets streak my face as the wind gives another tug in its pleading.

Shaken from my senses as lighting strikes once more and they huddle inside our machines for safety.

Torn from the wind's pull and the cloud's treasures, I wait out the storm inside the car with my father, wondering why I should not just dance with the wind and the rain.