The bright, blue sky fades to a lifeless grey while the clouds begin to cluster. Thunder roars across the town and the rain thrashes against the pavement as it falls from the sky. People begin to scurry and the streets begin to empty. Sparks of lightning illuminate the dark sky; it’s eerily quiet except for the sweet sound of the storm. I wander the streets alone, with rain saturating my clothes and soaking my hair. I stand in the middle street, with my arms in the air embracing Mother Nature’s storm. Raindrops ferociously slap my cheeks, melting my icy heart. Teardrops sting my cheeks, and my mascara runs down my face. I can see people peeking through their curtains, staring at the madness that stands before them. But I do not have a care in the world. The world can stare at my madness, my freedom. I have waited so long, to show the world how much it hurts and how much I am in pain. I have waited so long to go dancing in the rain.