<font color=blue>Something like a Metaphor

<font size=2> We plunge headlong into the deluge our footsteps echoing the thunder, forgetting all inhabitions, throwing caution to the wind as it breezes past us into the night seducing us to follow, and we do; soaking up every raindrop splash and treading lightly past households with their lights flicked off, doors locked and shut-up tight in an attempt to keep out the storm. Our laughter is lost in the dark as bare feet dance over shimmering grass while lightning blazes overhead until the sky is entirely lit up and for a flaring, fleeting moment the whole world stands still in a fading glimpse of Heaven. We gasp in awe at the splendour as the beauty drowns the senses like the driving rain that falls from the sky streaming down our hair into our eyes, dissolving away our fear, and even if I was to get struck by a bolt of that pure, heavenly light only to die right there in the park, on the hill, while the rain and the wind numb away all semblance of pain, I would die happy becuase it was Heaven that struck me and took me away. ©2006